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Weight: 190 pounds It's a new year and I'm a new woman. I can't help looking back at where I was last year at this time, waiting for my first appointment with the surgeon, hoping I'd get insurance approval and worried that I wouldn't. A lot has happened in 12 months. I pulled out some photo albums the other day. As my kids and I sat on the sofa turning the pages, they said over and over again, "Mom, you were really FAT!" I can't help smiling at their directness and once again I find myself filled with gratitude. Nobody wants to be the kid with the fat mom. I'm glad that they are already forgetting how big I really was. The "new" mom is the one they see, not the "old" one. I fit into my size 18 jeans this week. I've had these jeans for 12 years - they're older than three of my children! I haven't worn them in over 10 years. You might wonder what makes a woman hold onto a pair of jeans that don't fit for that many years. Well, those jeans represented something to me. They were the physical representation of a dream. The dream was that one day they would slide up my thighs and button easily. That happened this week. There was no fanfare, but it was a remarkable day for me nonetheless. I finally did it. I'm wearing my "skinny" jeans as I write this and it feels really, really good.
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