It's all surreal

Here I am...12 months out. Just had my bandiversary and feeling great. I went to Old Navy this week(now my favorite store) to try on a new size....size 10. There was no way I was fitting my ass into a size 10. So, I bring the 12's and the 10's into the dressing room. I try on the 12's...too big. Do I dare try the 10's? Sure, why not! Holy Shit they fit!!! Yes, I had a little bit of muffin top going on but they closed without the button popping off! LOL I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry. I think the last time I was a 10, I was in elementary school. It's amazing...it's surreal!
I walk out of the dressing room in a fog, still not believing that it fit...it actually fit! :)
I then decided to take a friend's advice and walk my former-fatass over to Lane Bryant to try on my old size of 28. As I walk in, the sales associate looks at me like I had ten heads, asking me 'Is there something I can help you with'. I explained my situation, how I'm banded and the only time I can see my transformation is in my photos. But when I look in the mirror, I still see fat ol' me. She led me to a pair of 28 pants, and as I took them off the rack, my response was "I can't believe my ass was that big!". Wow! How the heck did I get THAT big? Wow!
I took the 28's into the dressing room and put them on. Then it hit me...wow again! I could fit BOTH of my legs into ONE leg of the size 28 pants. Again, how did I get that big?! Wow! I walked out of the dressing room in awe, laughing. The sales associate was nice enough to take a picture with my cell phone so I could keep the memory of me, a 10 vs the old me, a 28.
I have about 25 lbs left. It's a slowwwwwww process now. I have to learn to get my ass off the couch and exercise more. Yes, I have skin. What fat person do you know that loses over 100 lbs does not have skin? Comeon people!!! And why are people so worried about skin? I'd rather have skin than medical problems from being so big anyday!
My husband pointed out to me, that for the first time since surgery, I had complimented myself. A friend wanted me to go to the diner with her. I politely declined, knowing that it was too late to eat and quite honestly I didn't need it. When I came home early, my husband asked "Why didn't you go?" where my response was "I'm a former fatty and no former fatty can go to a diner and watch someone else eat...I would have ordered too". LOL So there goes it. I have finally admitted to myself that I'm not as big as I used to be. Hooray for my accomplishment for getting rid of 111 lbs AND for FINALLY realizing it!!!