Non-scale victories are a big thing for me now. During the two weeks when the scale didn't budge for me at all, I was starting to get really frustrated and I was tempted to just throw in the towel (because after all, I was doing all this work and nothing was coming off! What the ****?) So one night I was cleaning out my dresser drawers (which I tend to do when I'm mad, lol) and I came across a pair of really nice knee-length shorts I bought two summers ago and was *never* able to wear (I could get them zipped, but even the act of walking strained the seams.) So I was going to put them aside for a yard sale. Just out of curiosity, I tried them on....and I'm still going to have to give them away, because they're TOO BIG. Like, I can actually roll them all the way up to my upper thighs, that's how baggy they are. And as for the waist...well, the only thing keeping them up are my hips. LOL!
That's when I realized that this weight loss thing is more than the numbers on the scale. I know I'm losing
something because, well, if I wasn't, those shorts still wouldn't fit. I may have lost "only" 15 pounds so far, but I've lost inches, too (even though I have no idea how many, because I've not measured myself, and even if I did at this point, I have no idea what my measurements were at the beginning.)
I seem to have written a book here, but the main upshot of it is that this time around, I'm learning that the numbers on the scale aren't the be all and end all of this whole journey. If you feel better, and you're making better choices in terms of food and exercise, and your clothes fit better....you're doing something right, regardless of what the scale says.
...And I'll shut up now, I promise.
