Uh-oh. Someone mentioned perfect. The Inner Perfectionist Began To Tingle. Then, She Began To Roar. She Really Wanted To Do Something With That Perfection.
So, now I will turn to a topic where perfection is not an issue. *Takes deep breath, imagines world in which imperfection rules everything, feels better.*
My fave little pants are almost falling off of me now. I held them up with a belt just so that I could wear them one more time before passing them along and breaking in a new pair in the next smaller size. This made me feel wonderful! I accomplished this feat despite eating junk food occasionally and eating nutrient-dense foods most of the time. The most important factor for me was to give myself the gift of free time, in which I can sleep, rest, relax, work out, stretch out, sort out, go out, read until my eyeballs fall out, or just stay home and do things like the current TBBT mini-marathon.
This is so fun! I get to enjoy this currently smaller size on the way to the next smaller size. Eventually, I will be in the size that I think is right for me. Until then, I am going to relax and have fun.
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)