I think I lost something...

Good morning, are we all enjoying the time change? When we fall back in the winter, there is something magical about waking up, looking at your clock, and realizing that we still have another blissful hour of slumber. There is no magic in spring forward. This is the time where you wake up and think, "What?! It's nine o'clock already? What happened?!" And, to add insult to injury, it is also dreary here with a slight chill.
Luckily, I'm in a good mood. Yesterday, I stood in my closet shirtless and crying but not because I'm sad (it must have looked really strange). First of all, I have been stuck at the 240 pound mark for ages and had given up ever seeing it drop. Second, I didn't feel like there was much change between my February and March impossible pants fitting. Then, it happened. Yesterday morning, I stepped on the bathroom scale and the number said 239.4. I squealed so loud it woke Ian up. I immediately got off the scale, turned it off, and tried again. Same deal: 239.4. 
Next I run into the closet (we have a walk in closet in our bedroom, it is magnificent). I forage for the tape measure and take some numbers. I'd lost another inch off my waist (for a grand total of five inches lost since January). Now, I haven't had an interview or any occasion to wear my dress slacks in weeks so I pulled out the gray pair (the ones that look super snazzy but have always fit just a hair too snug and I always have to worry about the butt seam splitting). That's when the crying happened. Not only were they not too tight, they were lose! I shoved my right arm down the side while I was wearing them! I proceeded to go through my entire closet with the same basic result. Everything is lose! 
Some days it feels like a snails pace, but the fact is, things are changing. I'm exercising more regularly. I'm making more healthy food choices and I'm finally starting to reap the rewards. One pound at a time, one foot in front of the other I'm working on me and it feels good.