This is where it gets boring. The doldrums. I've lost almost 20 pounds, I'm 3 months into it, and I'm not going to stop. But the end is still so far away.

I do feel my perspective changing. What constitutes a healthy meal or snack, what a portion is. I am definitely full faster, but I still miss food. I miss the thought of eating whatever I want. But since that's what got me here in the first place, that has to go out the window.

Annoying part of this whole mess is that I can't find a pair of pants that fit. Every pair of pants I have is too big somewhere--hips, butt, thighs, waist, or all of the above. I'm starting to look like a clown in pinstripe pants. But a smaller size is still a no-go. How much do I have to lose to go down a size, dagnabit!