Five hundred days ago, I was able to put on my new beige corduroy pants and actually do up the zipper and button. I did not have to suck in my gut nor did I fear tearing them at the seams if I sat down. When I found out I was pregnant, one thought that ran through my mind was, "Will I ever fit into these new clothes?" Granted, I did accidentally shrink a number of my dress shirts so I had many doubts that wearing them ever again would be little more than just a dream.

Before I headed out to run some errands this morning, I contemplated squeezing my rolls into those corduroy pants and measuring how far up I could zip them. To my astonishment and utter bewilderment, they fit. I mean, I could actually zip them and button them, and do so with ease. Mind you, they were a bit snug and my jelly belly did overhang slightly, but they fit! Hurrah! Finally, a pair of pre-pregnancy pants that doesn't cling to my cellulite like Saran wrap!

It boggles my mind that after the first month or two of rapid weight loss, I have not been able to shed a single one of those residual pregnancy pounds. My baby has just turned 8 months and over 50% of my weight gain still haunts me. But not today. Today I can wear my old pants that feel brand new. Today I can walk around and experience a hint of the slenderness I once enjoyed. It really made my day. I was walking around with an extra hop in my step and the occasional glance in the full-length mirror. I completed all of my errands, came back home and took out the six-pack of root beer I purchased to celebrate the blissful occasion. Then I was brought back to reality as I dropped a can directly on the tip of my big toe. I guess that was some sort of a sign signalling the need to refrain from ingesting sugary foods. Or maybe it wasn't...

I'm looking into some local Yoga classes.

I've missed you, Yoga. I'll be back soon!