I've got a round of doctor visits next week. The only one I'd seen in 2020 was my eye specialist. They are all pretty much routine and I'd like to keep it that way. Over the past two years, I've lost all the excess weight I was carrying. I'd lost all the matronly fat I had put on prior to my husband's illness but I was still thicker than my younger days. Over the past 2 years, I've lost another 25 lbs and today, if you could look past the wrinkles and crepe skin, I have to say, in clothes, I look pretty good. Problem is, I needed all new clothes. So far, since I'm not socializing, I can get a lot of mileage out of just a few flattering pieces. My jeans are so big that unless tightly cinched with a belt, they literally drop off my body to the floor.