The first tangible sign that my diet is working came today: loose pants. While seeing the number I register on the scale fall is a pleasant reminder that I have lost weight, that's just a number. However, feeling my pants slip off as I walked Truman this morning felt real. The same pants which were snug at 282 are too loose to wear without a belt at 252. Walking from Border's to Walnut Park and back, I had to keep one hand in my pocket to prevent my shorts from slipping down to my knees.
At the top of my weight arc I bought size 42 pants. I cannot yet get into my size 36 corduroys, pants I really like, but I don't need 42s any longer. If I had to guess, I'm somewhere between a size 38 and a size 40, depending on the manufacturer. I don't want to buy any new clothes until my weight stabilizes -- hopefully that will be well south of 200 pounds. For the time being, I'm in a bit of a clothing limbo, lacking many clothes that fit my current size. After I lose another 15 pounds, I'll hopefully fit comfortably into my substantial collection of size 36 pants, as well as a number of shirts which are still too tight to wear.
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