The Boot Gap

I've tended to downplay my success, believing that it's not that much. Always believing, just a little bit, that I'm kidding myself. It isn't making that much difference. I've not beaten myself up and I've not pushed myself hard, so I can't have results. I've not gone full bore, set loads of goals and joined diet alliances among my friends. I don't deprive myself so this can't work... right?

I know, I've lost 30 pounds - the scale says so. But that's not really much (or so I tell myself). I have a long way to go still, so it can't mean much. I've become much more active - even jogging sometimes. But I'm slow and can't jog very fast and my friends all still walk a mile much faster than I do. So it can't mean much.

Then a few days ago I realized my legs looked odd to me. They looked thinner... thinner? Nah, it's just my mind playing tricks on me. I'm deluding myself. I decided on a test. Last year I had these red rain boots - they were so tight on my calves that I thought before I wore them again I should split the tops. I dug them out and slipped them on.

I was stunned - there's a gap between the boot and my leg so big I can put my whole hand in the gap. MY WHOLE HAND. So, I wanted to share that with you. The scale isn't showing major losses, not what I consider major. My effort is haphazard but overall maintainable. My exercise isn't athletic level, but I go often. I still have good results. WOW. Anyway - the newly discovered gap picture: