fourteen weeks in and I finally dug out the bin of smaller jeans I swore I'd fit into someday. They fit. I actually cried a little in the laundry room, then my 6yo asked if I was sad and I had to explain happy tears.
Problem is I now have exactly two pairs of pants that don't slide off, and it's winter. My snack-drawer strategy is unchanged: string cheese, almonds in the little bags, and cuties at eye level, kids' fruit snacks up on the top shelf where I need a step stool.
Chaotic dinners haven't changed either — we're still doing the 5:30 scramble where someone eats cereal standing up. I'm down about 30 lbs, went from an 18 to a 14, and I still reach for the 18s out of habit every morning.
Anyone else in that weird stage where you're too small for your old stuff but not ready to buy a whole new wardrobe? What's the first thing you bought that actually felt worth it?