Thanks sexee! Yeah I really enjoy a BIG tasty salad - I'll ship one over to you

. The salmon might get a little funky, though.
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Late night snacking is the destroyer of my diet plans. Sometimes I'll be laying in bed planning out the next day (what I need to do when I get up, what I'll eat, where I'll go, etc) and BAM! I want to eat something. Last night it was an egg sandwich. I just couldn't get it out of my head. But I'd already eaten more than my allotted calories, so I really didn't want to cave. Instead, I got up and started digging in my closet. I'm anxious for spring, so I've been pulling out warm weather clothes and trying them on to see what fits.
So I was digging around and found my swimsuit from a few years ago. I bought it for a trip, wore it once (with a wrap-around) and that was it. I decided to put it on, and it fit fine, which I expected. But I really noticed that my legs looked a little different. I'm pear shaped and carry a lot of extra fat in my legs. It's pretty embarrassing to me, and I don't even think about wearing short-shorts in public. But, last night, I kind of felt like they looked different. I could see a little (very little) muscle, and they looked more leg-shaped instead of blob-shaped. I got curious, and finally broke out the measuring tape.
I've lost over an inch around my thighs!
I haven't felt this happy about an achievement in a long time. My thighs are STUBBORN. It's hereditary - my mom (one of the skinniest women alive) even struggles with it. I'm so happy to see some fat come off my legs instead of my upper body for a change. And it really helps me to feel like I'm on the right track. No, the scale isn't moving, but I'd rather see the measuring tape tighten up.
Oh, and I had my egg sandwich this morning

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Happy Friday everyone!