Process and progress seem to be my focus lately.
I’ve been watching what I eat, because the early pandemic carbo load took a sixteen pound toll on my body. I am five pounds down, but no more than that. I reassured myself that I felt less blobby, Gary affirmed that I am less blobby, so I felt the de-blobbification had progressed enough that I could try on the clothing I wore eleven pounds ago. Specifically I tried on 1) the jeans I bought the week before the global pandemic, 2) the pants I bought the night before the global pandemic, and 3) the pre-pandemic fat pants.
(My Global Pandemic Day Zero is the day we got the simultaneous text message / cell call / landline call from TeddyJ saying the office was closed and we should work from home.)
1) Jeans – stretchy, so they zipped up. Snug around the knees.
2) Pants – I filled out the pleats but they came over my rear with some wiggling.
3) Fat Pants – fat pants fit, thankfully.
I need to remember Progress for me is three steps forward, one step back. Looks like I evaluated my progress on a day I was stepping back.