Wednesday, September 12, 2012
That’s what the scale said this afternoon.
I don’t know how long it’s been since my weight started with a 1 instead of a 2. Two decades? Three? Yeah, I was wearing only my underwear at the time (what do jeans, shirt, and sneakers weigh?), but it’s a momentous milestone no matter how you slice it.
The interesting point is that I haven’t really been trying to lose weight. Oh, I go to a gym a few times a month. But I’m not particularly diligent about eating low-cal stuff. I don’t eschew butter, cream cheese, red meat. Not by any means.
So how have I lost 20-plus pounds in the last several months? I can’t really say, except that I am enjoying more vegetables, such as the lentil-and-kale soup I whipped up a few days ago. And I do think twice before choosing whether to go for a second helping.
I’m now at the next-to-last hole on my belt, and by jeans are mighty loose at the waist. So next time I shop for pants, I’m going to give the next size down a try. I expect they’ll be too tight ... but not nearly as too-tight as they would have been for many, many years. But if it turns out that they fit, what a feeling of accomplishment that would be!