All I have done for the last two days is try on clothes.

Let me first tell you how this came about.

I am a clearance shopper. The clearance racks are the first place I hit and generally where I stay. And while I have to dig and dig and dig, sometimes I find a gem. Whether that gem is exactly my size is another matter.

I sometimes buy stuff that is too small. I don’t wear it! I just throw it in the back of the closet for motivation. Forty pounds ago, this stuff was just a dream. However, the thought occurred to me recently that some of this non-fitting stuff might now actually fit.

It did. It ALL fit. The Calvin Kleins I got for a song, the skinny jeans from Gap that I sort of laughed at when I bought them (my mother laughed harder), the shirts that were not an extra-extra large, they all fit!

So all I have been doing is trying on clothes, and reveling in the trying on.

Normally I would not be caught dead in a dressing room and am loathe to put denim on my thighs, but I’m finding it sort of liberating.

My body is still squishy and imperfect and well, fat. I’m not a slim girl. BUT, neither am I two hundred pounds.

Neither am I two hundred pounds.

I’m happy about that today.

In other news, the J-Man came home from school yesterday, having puked in first period. This is probably the fourth time in two months that he has come home puking during school. Once he gets home, he appears to be fine. No fever. No loss of appetite. No lethargy.

I don’t get it. I don’t know whether it’s some sort of nervous stomach or whether something more sinister is at play here. I made a doctor’s appointment for him, but I’m also worried about putting him through a battery of tests he might not need.

He’s been having some problems at school with teasing, but other than that he does very well in school, and I don’t really see him as the nervous kind. I asked him about it, and he said he isn’t nervous at all.

This is troubling, but I’m hoping that the doctor will be able to shed some light upon it with a minimum of poking and prodding.

God forbid he has gastroparesis like his mother.

God forbid I should even think it.

In still other news, Weetacon (Green Bay) is fast approaching, and I am very excited. I am already half-packed and am bringing far too many shoes.

I need these crazy little getaways. They’re good soul food.

Happy Tuesday.

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