Oh, BALLS. Well, I’ve lost one. Like, the size of a bowling ball. A twelve pound bowling ball, to be exact. Do you know how heavy a twelve pound bowling ball is? It weighs TWELVE POUNDS. On the rare occasion that I bowl I usually use a nine or ten pound ball; twelve is too heavy. So imagine my delight at stepping on the scale and finding out I’ve lost the equivalent of a twelve pound bowling ball OFF OF MY BODY. Because I’ve lost twelve pounds.

(I’m sure anyone who follows me on Facebook or works with me has heard all this a million times before and is sick of it. I don’t care, it’s a lot!)

So I’m celebrating the loss by wearing a pair of jeans that haven’t fit in almost four years. It will be much more exciting when the jeans are one of my two favorite pairs of size six jeans, patiently awaiting their day out of my closet, but hey, weight loss is usually pretty hard, so celebrate ALL the victories, right? And I say “usually” because I’ve managed to lose this weight so far without any exercise. I KNOW, RIGHT?!?! About a month or so ago a girl at work asked me if I’d been losing weight and I said, “I wish, but no, I don’t think so.”

“Hm. Well, maybe your jeans are just really flattering,” she said.

So a few days later another girl at work asked me how much weight I’d lost, and I said, “um, none?” and she said “Bullcrap,” basically. So that day I went out and bought a scale, brought it home and stepped on it, and found myself seven pounds lighter than the last time I’d weighed myself however long ago…I don’t know, some time early last year, maybe. I’ve been eating less since El Fiance’s been overseas, and I haven’t cooked much and David and I have eaten out instead, so to see any kind of noticeable weight loss was really surprising. I immediately cut out sweets/sodas, some breads and starches, added in more fruits/veggies/salads, made lunch or a late lunch my biggest meal of the day instead of dinner and watched another five pounds melt away effortlessly. It’s all coming off my middle, too; my tummy is noticeably flatter. Actually seeing how easy it’s been so far and being able to SEE the progress has made it pretty easy to resist the stuff that I know isn’t good for me…except for those Pop-Tarts David brought home, and I should be able to resist them better because they really don’t taste very good. Whenever I want something sweet I’m usually satisfied with fruit, but when that doesn’t work I’ll go for a blueberry muffin instead of cake or chocolate or something.

The trickiest part of all this will be trying to keep it up when El Fiance gets back home, because OH SPEAKING OF WHICH…

El Fiance will be home NEXT MONTH. I got an email from him this morning which included specific dates and everything. Five and a half weeks left to go…not so bad when you’ve got three and a half MONTHS behind you already.

Now quick, someone come take my Christmas stuff down and mop my floors for me.