I have gone from wearing size 26 pants to wearing size 22 pants. I wore a pair of my new slacks to work today. It felt so good to not be wearing the same old baggy pants that I've been wearing since January. I cleaned six pairs of slacks out of the closet last night and have a few more size 26 slacks left to clear out. They'll be taken to the thrift shop that supports a soup kitchen.
Despite marking that success, I'm having a very low period. My self-esteem and self-worth are at the bottom of the barrel these days. No binges but I don't seem to be able to leave the almond butter alone. The counselor told me to skip days having the nut butter this week to prove that I can choose not to eat it. So far, I'm scoring a major fail at this task.