I closed my eyes and stepped onto the scale. "Do i dare look at the number?" i asked Ana.
"It's still a little bit high in my opinion," she replied, "but look for yourself."
I shook my head. "I can't. I'm too scared."
"Oh, you great moron!" she said, rolling her eyes and throwing up her hands. "It's down from what it was yesterday. Stop being so pathetic. Look at it! It's progress."
I opened one eye and looked at Ana. "It's down?"
She nodded. "I was just saying that there's still room for more progress."
I looked down at the scale and choked back an excited little giggle. 122.0 the digital numbers said. Close to two weeks ago, those numbers had said 129.5. I clapped my hands together and let the giggle escape. "It's beautiful!" i said.
She shook her head. "Not yet." Then her face softened a bit, "But you are well on your way to making it beautiful." She threw my work pants to me. "Get dressed or you'll be late."
I nodded and went back to the bedroom where Jacob was still lying in bed to put the pants on. I easily slid the pants over my hips and buttoned them without even sucking my stomach in. Once again, i got excited. Those pants had been far too tight a couple weeks ago when Jacob had bought them for me. "Jacob!" i shrieked. "Look at this!" I pulled at the waistline of the buttoned pants. They stood an inch and a half away from my waist. "They're getting too big!"
He half-smiled, happy to see me so happy. "That's it, girl. You're eating breakfast," he teased me.
I continued smiling and shrugged my shoulders. "Nah, i'll eat when i get home from work like you always make me." I didn't want to eat breakfast, for fear that i'd still want to eat when i came home, thus eating more than once that day and killing the progress.
"And it won't be very much either," Ana said.
I nodded to her, and Jacob nodded to me. All was going quite well.