:,-) - Tears of joy

I can't explain how happy I feel. I feel thin. I look down at my body, the same one I had last week, and I feel thin. And all because of the two pairs of jeans that now fit me. Being the proud re-wearer of these trousers has made a huge difference to me.

It probably sounds a bit daft to say that there are actually tears in my eyes as I think about this.  But what am I saying? Anyone who's tried to lose weight, especially if it's been a significant amount, will understand exactly where I'm coming from. This is a very emotional subject and deeply personal. Those of us affected by it can easily be brought to tears by many aspects of it.

Size 16 is a milestone point for me, even though it's still bigger than I want to be. This time six months ago, when I'd just started to track my food, I was a size 24 at least and all I could think was that to be a size 16 would be so normal. And here I am. Looking sorta normal.

It feels as if it has happened all of a sudden. One minute I'm so obese that people look at me twice in the street, the next, I can blend in to a crowd, with no one even giving me a second glance. 

Tomorrow is my weigh in day, and it's the week that I'm most likely to have a slight gain. I seem to weigh light on the week running up to my period, then a little heavy on the week that I come off it. I finished surfin' the crimson tide yesterday, so a small gain might be on the cards, regardless of the fact that I have had a good week, food-wise. It's happened twice before though, a sneeky wee half pound on. to ruin my good record of straight losses. Bugger it! Still, I'll keep my fingers crossed that I lose a bit, and if I don't, I will try to hold on to the feeling of being in the size 16 jeans! Did I mention that I'm very happy about that ??? :-)