My daughter is a social worker at a psychiatric hospital. She sees it all. Today a man dropped his drawers in front of her, for some unknown reason. This man had lost about 150 pounds, and she called me and said, "You don't look as bad as you think you do." So, apparently there is somebody else in town that has more leftover skin that I do. Just made my day.

I always hated to shop, ordered everything out of a catalog and paid 3 prices to keep from going to the store. Now that I can wear SIZE 8 PANTS, yes, that's right, size 8 pants, I love it. I can't stay out of there. I've got to get a hold on myself before I run us into bankruptcy. But this sure is fun.