So even with the new weigh-in Wednesdays, I'm still up. It's cool though. I'm blaming TOM. And the fact that 12.6 pounds in 2 weeks really is A LOT to lose, so my body is just getting used to this whole 'healthy lifestyle' thing anyway. I'm still under 300 - so I'm still in Two Town and making progress.

But where I am down is ever so much cooler than the number on the scale! I have lost some serious inches baby, and I'm not even to my official monthly measure date yet, so I couldn't be happier. In the past 2 weeks I have dropped 3 inches off my waist, another 3 off my hips, 1 off my thighs and calves and a whole inch off my neck. Hallelujah! (So even though I'm still wearing them, albeit loosely, I'm marking today as my "DONE with size 26 jeans" day).

And you know - when you really think about it, it's INCHES not pounds that people notice. Besides those creepy guys at carnival midways who can guess your weight within 2 pounds (how do they do that??), my boyfriend still has no idea that I weight almost DOUBLE what he does. He knows I weigh more than him (duh), but if anyone should garner a guess to look at me, my assumption is that they would shoot way low. I'm built like a linebacker - what can I say? At 5'2" I'm a wee bit of a thing, with a lot of power in my punch and a few extra lumps on my rump!

Sometimes it's the small things that make the biggest difference, and already I know that THIS time around feels different than it ever has before. I'm still sad that the scale went in the opposite direction of what I wanted this week, but I'm not getting all defeatist about it. There are still so many things to be happy about this week: inches gone, new pool tonight, record time on my walk home on Monday, and the beginning of BBQ season for me since I finally dusted off my grill. It's a beautiful day, and I'm on my way to a smaller me - inch by fabulous inch!