... my fat ass isn't quite so fat anymore.
I'm wearing denim capris that are two sizes smaller than what I was wearing when I started the damn NutriSystem back in December.
And this with a small amount of creative license -- the more than occasional adult drinky-poo and a couple of real meals, albeit moderate ones, during the week.
I'm not nearly ready to film a Success Story commercial. Yet.
Yeah, I'm kinda proud of myself. Which is a new feeling. That I'm enjoying. So there.