The number on my scale has crept down over 15 pounds in the last 8 weeks. A number that I haven't seen since before I was pregnant with my first daughter. While this in itself is a very proud moment in my journey, I could now actually feel it in my clothes. I knew I needed new jeans when the last hole on my belt wasn't tight enough and my pants still fell down. I was growing quite tired of pulling my pants up every few minutes. So while at Target one night, I stumbled upon new jeans. I picked up a size smaller than my current jeans and I wasn't feeling terribly optimistic about them zipping up. I tried them on and holy crap, they fit!!!! What an awesome feeling! Not only to be a size smaller and reach small goals, but to show that I can succeed at this!!