IT'S WORKING!

As far as numbers go, on this journey I'm doing well.  I did have more fruit today than I usually do because I had easy access to fresh pineapple, which I love.  I did not dip it into the sugary concoction known as "yogurt dip" because sugar was its main ingredient.  (Also, no Girl Scout cookie has touched my lips.)  I made Mexican Pile On for dinner tonight because it's easy and Brian is out of town.  I added a can of charro beans to the mix because I like them.  Even though they are technically not on the list.  I say all that to say:  I think it may affect my numbers in the morning.

The first week, I did lose 8 pounds.

The second week, I lost 4.5 pounds.  Which ain't too shabby.

This week, I can say, isn't going the same as the other weeks.  Even though I'm physically working harder by running and lifting my Ghetto Booty Spread, the numbers aren't coming down at the same rate.  Unofficially, I'm at about a half-pound loss for the week.  I try not to freak out about it and blame the scale for its blatant disrespect of me, but it's hard.  It's not exactly time to measure yet, although I have taken a few unofficial measurements, just to see.  And it looks like things are going down incrementally.  Which is fine, I guess.  But the most interesting thing happened yesterday when I got dressed.

I have some fat-girl Levi's that are...stretchy.  Seems like the bigger the size, the stretchier they make 'em.  Usually, they're a little snug when I put them on, and they as the day goes on, they stretch out and are basically falling down by the end of the day.  By the end of the day.  Not an hour in.  Which was the case last night.  It actually wasn't even an hour.  So the whole night, as I was teaching and doing my thing, trying to corral my kids after they were so kindly loaded up with sugar at 730pm, I kept hitching my pants up.  I hate that.

So I had an idea.  I had the idea to grab a pair of jeans From the Other Side of the Closet.  You  know what I'm talking about.  The side of the closet where your clothes are that don't fit.  The ones you are saving until you lose weight.  I think even skinny people have an Other Side of the Closet.  I grabbed a pair of Levi's with less stretch in them and stuck my legs in them.  So far, so good.  Pulled them up to my hips.  Hey!  These things were going on.  Got them over my rump.  Oh. My.  These pant are on!

"And then what happened?" you ask.

"I buttoned and zipped those babies up! Without laying on the bed!  Without praying!  Them jeans?  They are the next size smaller.  And they came from the Other Side of the Closet."

Hell yeah!