Two Sizes

I haven't been religious about weighing myself during this summer's weight-loss cycle, but last time I did (probably three weeks ago) I was the same as my lowest at the end of last summer.

Jon's been giving me shit for a long time that I've needed new pants. And he's right. My old pants were beyond stylishly baggy, into "you look like a hobo" land.

Today I got new pants. They are two sizes smaller in the waist and fit great.

Two more sizes, and I'll be where I want to be.