At the beginning of the week, I expressed my frustration with the scale and made it a point to really, really watch what I eat.  I expected the scale to move, but...it didn't.  I was feeling pretty defeated this morning, so I decided to take a pity-party trip over to Title Nine (I love their stuff!).  I have been eyeing a summer skirt every time I go on their online site.  My reward for completing P90X is going to be picking out a couple things from their store.  I was out and about without kiddos, so I stopped by to see if they had the skirt in the store and maybe try it on.  I grabbed the usual sizes that I've worn...I won't share my weight even with my husband, but will tell the world here that I grabbed a 10 and a 12.  No matter how much my weight has fluctuated since having kids, those 2 sizes have been where I've been since baby #1 came along.  Pre-kids, I grabbed 4s and 6s.  Oh, to grab those sizes again.  Tried on the 12.  Too big.  Tried on the 10 and to my surprise...still too big!!  What?!  I walked out of the store purchasing that skirt in the first single-digit size, an 8,  in 12 years.  

I got to the car and literally cried.  That was the motivation I desperately needed.  The scale numbers may not be going down, but the sizes are dropping.