Clothes Shopping Experience
After promising to keep this more up-to-date, I promptly then fall into my negligent ways again. I'm not promising anything anymore. I'm just going to do it.
The last few days have been a mixed bag. I'm down to 267, which is 65 pounds since the surgery and 81 pounds since the beginning of the year. That's very, very cool.
And I did something last weekend I haven't done in seven years: I went shopping for clothes at a store that did not have "Big and Tall" or "XL" in the name of the store. Actually, my entire family went shopping at Kohl's. And even though I did have to buy the largest size of shirt they had available, I was buying clothes at a normal store!!
One glance at my watch and I can see it's just about time to schedule my mid-life crisis. Perhaps that's why I bought a whole bunch of shirts that look like they were made for college kids. Now it's time to go buy that convertible Porsche.
On the mixed side of things are some of the same old complaints that keep bothering me. I'm working on an invention that runs a hose down to one's rear end and emits a perfumed scent simultaneously with one's bowel movements to prevent the paint erosion that's taking place in my bathroom. Seriously, whooooa Nellie.
I went to the opera last night and had to use the restroom during the intermission. That's just about as embarrassing an experience as one could go through. So for those of you considering this procedure - be warned. I'm NOT exaggerating.
In addition to my experience at Kohl's, my dear brother sent me about $2000 worth of men's clothing in the mail that his company was selling at flea markets. And I have to say I'm really, really impressed with what he sent. I've got cardigan sweaters, dress shirts and rugby pullovers. Some of them fit perfectly now, and some of them will be waiting for me in a couple of months from now.
My wife and I have also finalized details for a vacation we are taking during Thanksgiving. It will be the first time we've been able to take a vacation that did not involve staying with one of our parents. Don't get me wrong - I love my parents and in-laws - but this is an opportunity to have a "real" vacation. We're going to Disneyworld, which I'm ashamed to say will be my daughters' first trip there. The last time I was there, Epcot was just being announced as a future plan. Yikes, that makes me feel old. At any rate, we're going to spend a few days in Disney and a few more at St. Augustine, Florida right on the beach. The fact that I know I will be able to go on the rides with my girls is one of those luxuries I know that people who don't struggle with weight take for granted. I frankly never thought it was going to be possible again, and it makes me emotional thinking about it. As Forrest Gump would say, "That's all I have to say about that."
Also, I've quit my involvement with the Church's Praise Team. I'm very, very saddened to have to do it, but my job is pulling me in so many new directions with the recent promotion and my kids have suffered from being pulled around too much. I'm going to miss the musical fellowship, and I need to make sure I pull out the guitars every once in a while to stay in shape.
On that note (ha, ha), I'll close things down for now. Thanks for reading, thanks for all of your comments and in spite of the stink - keep fighting. You guys that leave comments make my day - really.
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