Clothes, everywhere!!

It has happened. I have so called "transfered my addiction" from food onto clothes. Last night I was looking in my closet and it dawned on me that I have so many clothes that I can't remember what exactly I have. Not only can I not remember what I have, but I have clothing spread out through out the entire bedroom. It almost seems like I am running a clothing department store out of my bedroom.
Needless to say, I can stop buying clothes for a while. It is still an amazing feeling to be able to put on a pair of jeans that are a size 32. It is also amazing that I can fit into a size Medium shirt. What is the best thing of all though??? The prices. I can buy 10 shirts for the price of one shirt before surgery.
I was at target recently looking at Sweaters for Winter. I noticed that I still want to reach for the XXL, or XXXL sizes. I quickly remember that I do not need those sizes and I retreat to the Mediums and Larges, also the cheaper prices.

I am not serious about "transfering my addiction". I was sort of making a joke on Oprah's expense. I just found it funny that I had so many clothes. I am not going broke, I am not shopping 24 hours a day. For those of us who had the surgery understand what it is like to get are hands on clothes that look nice and fit decent.

Milk and Rice

Sigh.....

I miss milk.

I was a big milk drinker before I had surgery. I even drank it to get rid of acid reflux. Now I hardly drink any milk. Why? It makes my stomach and bowels hurt. I get cramps, sweats, and diarrhea. Too much info, yes, but it is true.

This evening, I tried a glass of milk. Instantly I felt the pain. I still can feel the pain as I write this posting. The price of wanting to try something to get the craving fixed.

On another note, I tried some rice this past Sunday. I had a little spoonful. Nothing horrible happened. The rice actually tasted pretty good.