My father will always have a good 200 pounds on me. Even though Hub is slimming down, every night when we get into bed, I still get sucked into his gravitational pull. Last month, I gave my mother all of the size 16 jeans that are now too big for me. Yesterday, though, when my older brother borrowed my scale, it became official.
Besides the dog, I am the lightest one living in my house. At this moment, my brother weighs almost 20 pounds more than I do. I don't think this has happened since approx. 1996. To say that this is a wonderful feeling is definitely an understatement. It's a freaking miracle.
I just had to share.