That's great news! Congratulations.
I've got a pair of Guess jeans circa 1986 with the zip-up ankles (!) that I REFUSE to get rid of until those suckers fit once again. (Yes, they are my "Oprah jeans.") Those damned jeans have been stuffed in the back of closets throughout Texas, South Carolina, back to Texas, California, Oregon, and, now, Washington.... where, God willing, they can finally be laid to rest forever and will be burned to ashes.
Now, my Guess jean jacket, also circa 1986, my friends are under strict instructions that I am to be buried in that thing, no matter what they've got to do to cram me into it.
"Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food." -- Hippocrates