Meh.

That pretty much sums up my attitude about the weight loss last week.  I worked out every day, did pretty well.  Never got on a scale.  Just didn't feel the need.  My clothes continue to fit too loose, but I don't want to buy new ones until I stop slimming down, which will still be a while I hope.  I was able to go for a 7.2 mile run Saturday morning.  That is what excites me the most.

See, when I first started exercising after the beginning of the year I started by walking.  I wanted to run, but knew I couldn't for very long.  So I walked.  Then I started throwing in a little bit of running here and there.  If I really pushed myself I could go for 5 minutes.  Pathetic.

But, 9 weeks later, to be comfortably running over 7 miles, well, that thrills me.  That increase in fitness is much more important than any aesthetics.