There's the one by my shoulder. When I lose weight, my shoulder becomes more defined. There's a whole series by my hips and stomach that change, too and I could see my hipbones better in the mirror and I was all surprised and happy!

And there's the husbandly check. He knows my backside better than anyone and each wiggle and jiggle thereof and if I bend over in front of him, he can tell me if I've lost weight.

I know, you're probably wondering why I don't just get myself a danged scale.

I don't do scales. I do sizes and how I feel to determine weight loss and gain and keep the actual numbers at the doctor's office, otherwise I start obsessing wildly and then I go down the self-destructive path of bulimia. I don't have the luxury of such self-indulgence, so we don't own a scale.

I have a polite acquaintance with my doctor's scale, but I'm not kissing cousins or anything with it.

Okay, so regardless of scaleability, I have been losing weight. Not tons, but I'm guessing about 10 lbs. I've been dutifully returning to my food plan, eating what I'm supposed to for the most part and fitting in walking whenever the hell I can.

Mike's last final is tomorrow, so that means that tomorrow after work, I could actually walk after work when I get home.

I could walk every single night this week, if I want to and I can't wait!

I do think that unless I want to eat mac and cheese and ground meat helper meals, that I'm going to be doing some crockpot cooking.

It was 80 degrees here yesterday. Spring has apparently sprung and I've got curves again!