I'm wearing size 2 pants today. I mean, these pants aren't loose on me- yet. No one is mistaking me for a size zero wearing her big sister's pants. But they fit, and I can zip them up.

I thought that size 2 was only for people below 5' and maybe magical fairy people as well. Not normal people. Not people who ate normal food, who exercised a normal amount. I thought only maybe marathon runners could ever wear size 2 pants and still eat meat.

 

I'm not at my goal weight for this bet. But I'm closer to my goal weight than I have been since childhood. That feels amazing. I am wearing pants in a size I thought was reserved for some other type of person. This weight loss is not all about a number on a piece of cloth that hangs off my butt all day long; it's about feeling better and knowing I'm healthier. But it sure does feel good to see that number without a 1 in front of it.