dressing room=happy?

I went to see my dad today. He said that he could tell I was really losing. Then he said he wished my jeans fit. So, he gave me money to go get a pair. He even asked that I go tonight to buy them. I guess it was pretty bad. I haven't bought any clothes since my surgery. I was wearing a, wow this is hard to say, 28 when I had the surgery. I found some 24 jeans in my closet so I had moved into those. I took a pair of 22s in the dressing room, and just for giggles a 20. I braved it and tried the smaller ones on first. They fit. That is the first time I have ever been happy in a dressing room.