155.6

1.4 pounds away from my stated goal, though a couple of weeks ago I realize that, for all intents and purposes, I'm already living at goal.

Still, I'm shaking my head -- half in wonderment at the approach of that number I never really thought I'd see and half at the sheer craziness of weight-related numbers and our concern with them generally. (I fall into that camp now in ways I never thought I would, which is not necessarily a positive by-product of this journey I've taken, but it's real.)

Alice's fall down the rabbit hole was never so trippy.

Later: I'd just like to add that I'm back from a surgical strike at Target where I picked up a couple of pairs of inexpensive, no-name capris for the upcoming summer. I'd gone there for something else but spotted these on sale and gave them a whirl because the ones I have (and love) from last summer are literally falling off my body.

Now, capris are not necessarily the best look on me, given that I have a long torso and short, rather stubby legs. However,  I'm built the way I'm built, fat or thin, and while I'm not prepared to wear shorts and bare the sharpei post-WLS thighs (that are not only unshapely and surreal-looking but also have rarely seen the light of the sun and are thus fish-belly white), I'm not going to swelter all summer, either.  Capris are a compromise for at-home or running-errands wear for me.

My too-big capris from last summer are from Lane Bryant and they're camouflage print.  I know, I know: some people would hate them -- but I like 'em precisely because they make me smile. I'm opposed to the war in Iraq, I've never seen a pair of camouflage pants with a light dusting of tiny rhinestones on the side and ass pockets, for heaven's sake, and it all adds up to a vaguely ironic commentary for me -- albeit perhaps one that only I can see or can recognize, I realize, and which thus renders it politically useless. [I'm not trying to make this the sartorial equivalent of marching on Washington, mind you.])

The thing is, the camo capris are a plus size 18-20, and uh, decency was touch-and-go there a couple of times today.  They nearly slid off me twice.

Today's capris from Target?  A junior size 12.

For you itty-bitty types out there, I realize that may seem pretty large. But what it actuallly is, in real life, is neither large nor small.  It's just -- normal.

Jesus H. Christ. Normal.

How bizarre is that?

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Way to score at Tar-zhay, Deluzy! And a 12 is definitely svelte in my book. I did some shell scoring myself there last weekend and was pleased to find something that looked decent in the regular women's section. I didn't do the capris, as most of my stuff still fits through the abdomen because of Fred, though it hangs elsewhere.