Dealing with some mixed emotions.
Dug out the suitcase of misfit pants and got the "outgrown" jeans. I figured I'd wear the 44s this week and be in the 42s in a couple weeks. I modeled the 44s for the wife and she said they looked fine, not tight at all. So I tried on the 42s. They fit. Most of my other clothes are too large now (I have a mix of 2xl, 2xl tall, and 3xl shirts). But so far it isn't critical, so I'm going to ignore it as long as possible. Probably will have to break down and deal with buying some temporary clothes in a month or so.
On the downside, first the trivial. I get sentimental about stupid stuff. I felt a twinge of sadness when I saw the pile of 46 and 48s that formerly occupied my pants drawer. I'm going to have to get rid of a LOT of clothes, which is hard for a borderline packrat like myself. Found a pair of 42 shorts that fit (they were the tightest of everything I tried on but still were fine (they're jean shorts so in a couple hours of wear they'd loosen up). It occured to me that I'm probably going to be too small for them by the time it's warm enough to wear them.
I'm starting to get loose skin and stretch marks. I was complaining to the wife that I wasn't expecting to get loose skin until I had lost a hundred pounds or so. She pointed out that I am about a hundred pounds below my high weight (about a year ago).
Second, the more substantial. My wife doesn't like being close to me because I smell "wrong" (she describes the odor as sickly sweet). We know it's ketosis and will pass but it's still distressing.