Doubt?

So my nemesis, my white whale, a.k.a The Scale, has been my friend lately. I have been pleasantly surprised when I've been stepping on him.

And I am having a hard time believing it.

I mean I am not in the "I WANT TO EAT EVERYTHING" mood that I'm usually in when I'm on a diet. Sure, I cut out some things. And I switched to diet soda (hey man, I need caffeine when I have those 4am feedings and I don't do coffee). But the main difference is in my physical activity. I'm back in the gym and my son and I have made a habit of taking walks (my review of the different parks of the East Bay Area is a whole blog topic in itself . . .). So I am a little skeptical that my weight has steadily gone down - I've only made one consistent major change, after all.

So this morning I performed the second test - after the scale - of whether or not I've been successful in Operation Baby Weight. Yes, I tried on my jeans.

THEY FIT!!!!!

Now that is not to be confused with "They were LOOSE" or anything. But they did indeed fit and I am EXCITED.

Someone once told me that when you see progress it is just so encouraging. And that's exactly how I'm feeling today.