New Pants

Several months ago, I was browsing the mens clearance racks at work with my friend and co-worker, Lisa. There was a pair of khaki pants for stupid cheap. Like six dollars with my discount. I'd looked at them, thought "those will fit my arse," and bought them, only to discover that they did not fit my arse. Not even close. Periodically since then, I have tried them on, just to see if they fit. Yesterday, due to a lack of serious progress on the laundry front, I thought I'd give 'em another shot. THEY FIT!!! If not perfectly, then at least comfortably enough to be suitable for work. I haven't been on the scale, but this is a measure of continuing progress because the last time I had the pants on was about a month ago, and they could be fastened but weren't in the "comfortable enough to survive an eight hour shift." In confirmation, a co-worker asked yesterday, "Are you losing weight?" Uh-huh. I am. As my friend Julia would say, "Happy, happy!"