It's funny, but the motivation I am getting from my success so far hasn't been about the changes I see, but the changes I feel. When I look in the mirror, I can see that something's different, but I don't say "Wow, I look so much thinner!" Don't get me wrong, I can see where I'm starting to narrow, but mostly the impression I get is that I look healthier. Younger. Happier. Subtle, but very good.

But really it's more about touch. It started the very first week when I put my hands on my hips and realized some of me had disappeared! Then it was washing my face, and feeling more angles than I remembered. Then shaving my legs, and noticing things felt smaller there, too. And now it's buttoning those pants that used to be all but snug, and now the waistline is a bit roomy. I've been washing those same pants as often as possible to shrink them up -- yes, shrink them -- because otherwise my legs disappear in the fabric folds!

It's all so, so awesome!

And that's not counting the things that can't be seen. The classes at the gym that I used to struggle with are suddenly easier -- not so easy that I don't get a good workout, but I can DO them and feel my muscles respond. LOVE that! After years of going to the gym and exercising, finally I'm getting results, woohoo! And the energy -- you know those people who are so vibrant that their energy just shines out their eyes? I'm starting to feel like that person. I find myself pushed to action to go and DO things rather than watch TV or something more sedentary.

This has been a wonderful ride so far, and I can't wait to see where it leads me, both with my health and the other aspects of my life. My whole attitude has changed. Bring it on, man, I can deal with anything!