I did my weekly weigh in this morning, and I'm down 3 pounds this week. That puts me at 10 lost, total.
Although, weight watchers told me I'm losing weight too quickly, and that I'm putting my body in harm's way with possible IRREVOCABLE DAMAGE. And I was all "WTF, WW. I'm eating all my damned points, every day, even the weekly extra points so maybe it's ALL YOUR FAULT, WW".
The idea of not eating all my points is kind of terrible. Like I'm missing out on potential awesome. The other night I had three points left, and I got way too excited about being able to use those three points to eat a popsicle and a package of fruit snacks.
Also beer. Beer is an excellent use of points.
I was able to zip up my size 12's last night without having to use an elastic hair tie to give myself an extra few inches, so that was pretty fabulous. I'm not a small person. I don't do skinny. If I get down to my tens I'll be good.
Although. You know that stack of jeans we all have in our closets from better days? I pulled those out the other day. I was all excited because I know there are some 10's and 12's in that stack. So I started trying them on, except.
They're all boot cut. FLARE LEG. So, very NOT COOL anymore. Not nice straight-leg. But the big, stupid, flare leg that makes a person look like a Clydesdale horse. I laughed so hard at how ridiculous they were.
My entire stack of hopeful pants is now obsolete.