Another kind of progress

The other day I was pulling on my shorts and realized they were a bit looser than they used to be. Hmmm, I thought -- I must have lost weight!

I remembered that I had thoroughly weighed and measured myself in mid-May, and written all the numbers down, before trying a different exercise program (that lasted real long, ha). I dug out that scrap of paper, the tape measure, and the scale.

Since then I have been running three times a week for five weeks. I have lost five pounds, and one inch around my most troublesome area, my waist. Hurrah!

Over the last five weeks, I've been focusing on the fact that running is good for my heart, my lungs, my strength and stamina, and my mental health. I'd almost forgotten that I am also running to lose the weight leftover from my pregnancy (and maybe a little more).

Those numbers aren't huge, I know, but measurable progress, no matter how small, is thrilling.