Waist not, want not

I'd suspected that I'd lost even more girth around my waist, as my size 34's were feeling loose. I tried both size 33's and 34's at Macy's on Monday and sure enough, I ended up buying the size 33's. So I've lost at least 3 inches since I started training and dieting, as shown in the picture. Truth be told, these size 36 pants had been too tight to wear in April (unless I refrained from sitting down), so in actuality I've lost close to 4 inches. I've bought three additional pairs of pants, plus 14 new briefs and three medium tops since Monday.

What a relief it's been to be able to eat more food. It's so much easier to get through the day with more satisfying afternoon snacks, and easier to fuel a mile of running or a night of dancing with a few extra calories of bulk for dinner. I went to Subway to get a foot-long chicken florentine ciabatta last night; unfortunately, the E. coli spinach scare forced them to throw out their creamy florentine spread. So I had the chicken and bacon ranch instead.

The foot-long version of this sandwich is a whopping 1,080 calories. I knew it'd be alright since I had a night of dancing planned at the Glas Kat. This highlights something else I've learned to do: anticipate late-night dinner at the end of a long evening. I ate half the sandwich before dancing and half afterwards. It definitely helped get me through the night. (On the other hand, I was completely out of it at Glas Kat. I must've had salsa overload: five nights of dancing and one night of teaching in a span of eight days can do that.) Now that I've committed a modest fistful of dollars to a slimmer wardrobe, I'll have to practice extra diligence in my meal planning from now on.

I saw Dr. G today and she was optimistic I could do 11 miles on Saturday. I'll be out of town running by myself so I'll need all the determination I can muster.