Small Victories add up to a lot of happiness.

For my 30th birthday I went to Barcelona. About 3/4 of the way down the Ramblas, there's a cracking little Irish Bar called Molly's Fair City. On the night of my 30th, we ended up there all night, only leaving at around 4 or so. The staff were absolutely brilliant, really good laugh and " bought " me a few drinks for my birthday. They also gave me a souvenir T Shirt that should have cost around 15 Euro. It was an XL that was like lycra on me and we all had a bit of a giggle about it, but I kept it as a souvenir of a brilliant trip and a great night. That was almost 6 years ago. Intermittently I'd come across it while tidying things away or searching for something and try the T Shirt on, have a little smile to myself in memory of that night and sigh at how fat I was. However, 3 weeks ago, same thing happened, organising the spare room and came across the T. On Saturday my Girlfriend and I went for a bit of lunch and when I took my hoodie off, to her amazement, I was wearing the T Shirt. It fits me realy well - a little loose, just how I like my T Shirts. Now, it's not the most fashionable thing, but the sense of achievement I felt from being able to wear it out in public was massive.

I got up this morning as I do most, did a bit of training and went for a walk around the park to col down before going home for a shower. At 6am the park is, obviously, desserted. Walking past the kiddies play area, I've gotten into the habit of jumping up, grabbing the Monkey Bars and trying a chin up or 2. Not long ago, 1 with good form, didn't happen.
This morning, I repped out 10 in 1 set with pretty good form.
I'm not folowing any specific program for this, chin ups aren't a part of my regular program, they're more a signpost of progress than an end goal.
It's just a result of weight loss coupled with increased strength.

It's the little victories like this that make the effort worthwhile and keep me going.