A Number of Note

I was surprised when I stepped on the scales earlier this week to discover that I now weigh the same as I did my freshman year in college.

Check that: I was shocked at the discovery. And pretty chuffed.

Clearly running has helped (though I've been off running for about 10 weeks now as part of the broken foot recovery saga), as well as seeking advice with a nutritionist.

But I think increasing my daily walking by primarily taking public transport has hurt. Nor has being so busy that I sometimes forget to eat lunch until 1:30 or so.

And these have become my daily love-hate relationship (by choice):

Who would have thought four flights could be such a beating?!?

The only problem with this new magic number? My new magic trousers, in the correct size for me, that I gave myself permission to buy last month are now all too big.

I knew I shouldn't have gone shopping.