Giddy

So...I woke up this morning and did my usual weekend weigh in...
And I had lost a pound or so...

It's nice to see the scale move...and get feedback from my hubby that I look thinner...when I look at myself I feel like I look a little better but I don't notice it...my jeans aren't falling off--they're a little looser but...yea...anyway...

I went back upstairs, hung out with my hubby and daughter and then I decided to pull out the jeans from 2009, which were sitting in my closet on a shelf with other goal jeans that I haven't been able to wear since some time in either 2009 or Summer 2010.

This isn't strange behavior for me...after having the baby I tried most of these pants on to see how much work I was going to need to get back into them...A lot...unless looking like I'm smuggling Slimer under my shirt is an acceptable new trend.

I tried these jeans on again after the summer, while I was training for my 5k.  Still too tight in the butt, hips and thighs but at least I could button them...again though...muffin top doesn't even do it justice...popover?  Explosion of skin and fat from the top of my jeans?  Maybe.

Today...well...let's just say I ran around my bedroom in them...freaking out that they buttoned and nothing was hanging over...they weren't tight...they straight up FIT.

Out came 3 more pairs...fit, fit fit...

And it hit me...It's not just numbers on the scale...and inches on the tape measure...I'm getting smaller.