So I’m cleaning out my side of the dresser yesterday, and I come across an old belt I forgot I had. It was just tucked away in the back corner of a drawer, coiled up and probably untouched for six years. Brown leather, a little shiny, and clearly never worn. That didn’t surprise me – for no specific reason I could tell you, I just don’t like brown belts. After a little thought, I decided “what the heck” and put it on.
I couldn’t buckle it. There was about a foot, maybe even 18 inches, of belt sticking out of the buckle. I’d have had to drill a new hole way down the length of the belt to buckle it, and it would have wrapped around and touched my left back pocket.
Needless to say, I felt pretty good about that. It’s one thing, after all, to know I’ve lost weight and inches. It’s another thing entirely to see it so clearly.