I tried on the pants, and... they were too big. chichi went and grabbed them in 20s, and then looked for the other pair of pants in 20, but they only had them in 18. The 20s fit very nicely. I could actually fairly easily get into the 18s, but they were too tight to be attractive.
I'm down from a 24 to a 20, almost an 18.
While relating this information to callmyname on AIM tonight, I realized I hadn't weighed myself for a while, so excused myself to run to the scale.
Last October, I was 290 pounds. Tonight, after a big meal with chichi, I am 235 pounds. 55 pounds in 11 months. Not bad. Not great, but not bad. I actually hit 50 pounds a few months ago, but between the hurt foot and the stress of work and relationship stuff and moving, I stopped going for my walks, and so kind of leveled off. At least I didn't slip backwards. :)
So yes, there's now less meri. And I have some spiffy new clothes. And chichi and I giggle entirely too much when we're together.