Weighed myself this morning. I couldn’t take the suspense any longer. And here’s why.
I was walking down the stairs yesterday afternoon and my shorts felt a little loose, so I tightened my belt — and found I was able to take the buckle into new territory — the heretofore unexplored fourth hole.
You should see this belt. The first hole is nearly pristine, thankfully. The second hole is ripped to shreds. It looks like I wired firecrackers to it on the fourth of July. I wore the belt at that length forever, it seems — probably for as long as I’ve owned the belt, until recently. The third hole is where I’ve been wearing it since I’ve been losing weight (it’s a little loose now). So I wore it at the fourth hole starting yesterday afternoon and through the day today. I set it there and forgot all about it.
This morning’s weight: the scale finally settled on 256.6.
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