Shopping... better than fantasy...

I have no privacy in my blog or otherwise. So, when Mr. Wonderful asked to speak with me tonight... about his weight... I thought for sure he had read my last post. Well, he had not- but probably is checking it out right this second. I can only imagine it's so weird never having ever had a weight problem. Ever. Weird. For a couple of seconds there, I thought he was going to ask to get a band. He wouldn't qualify, but if we could afford it, and he wanted it, I would have been completely agreeable to the idea. We've come up with a plan for him. And guys piss me off about losing weight because it seems so easy for them. It's cliche, but it still bugs the hell out of me. But, I'll be supportive because I want him to be healthy and happy.

Speaking of healthy and happy! One of the side effects to Chicago that I've had is the desire to make time for my sisters... one of whom lives only a few miles from my house. So, Friday night we had a spontaneous sisters night out... dinner and shopping! SHOPPING! I went shopping with my size eight sister (who thinks she's fat, but that's another post). It was an amazing feeling to know I could pick out anything off the rack of "normal" sizes, and it would fit, and more often than not it would look good. This is just not getting old, and the feeling I have when I can do this is unbelievable. Words do no justice. Grateful, relieved, elated, overwhelmed. It's a lease on life that would never have been possible without my band. This is better than fantasy. Much, MUCH better...