#THIS

This morning I tried on one of my most favorite dresses -- a 3/4 sleeve minidress with a side zip that, what do you know, actually zipped up.

Caveats: It's still a little too snug to wear in public, and I tried it on before I'd had so much as a sip of water.

I'm not complaining. I'll take it!

Teetering

You know that dream where you wake up and suddenly you’re skinny? I’m having it again.

Except I know – I know – it will be any day now, if I can just hang on.

Not skinny, exactly, but I’m in a weight range that, if past experience is any guide, just a couple more pounds suddenly will make a massive difference.

I’ve lost 16 pounds since November 7. I have mixed feelings about that number. On one hand, 16 pounds is 16 pounds. On the other hand, that high weight number came from being on a scale within hours of a massive binge. Given the amount of water weight et al I tend to put on from one, I suspect the true loss may be more like seven-ish pounds. But you know, better a downward trend than an upward.

Another reason for mixed feelings: Technically, I’ve lost more than 16 pounds – I haven’t got the records, but I suspect it’s more like 26, between the upward blips from binges.  Every time I try anything on, which isn’t all that often, I think of the old road signs: If you lived here, you’d be home by now. If you didn’t binge, you’d be slim(mer) by now.

I’d be a lot of things if I didn’t binge, hmmm?

Meanwhile, I haven’t in 23 days. (Which, if you’re counting – I cannot help doing so – is the longest I’ve managed since November.)