Mixed Results (HJ)

This week I seem to have inadvertantly tested a theory.

The theory is based on personal experience. There are two times in my life that I've been slender without worrying about it.

One was all through high school when I used to ride my bike 5km each way four days a week (Mum would give us a lift on Band practice days, because my brother couldn't take his trumpet on his bike - and despite the fact that my flute would fit in my school bag, there was NO WAY I was missing out on a lift to school!!!).

This experience lead me to consider the following equation:

CE = EWYW

That is, Concerted Exercise = Eat Whatever You Want.

I wasn't trying to test my theory, but there was chocolate fudge in the house. This, I conjecture, fits the criterion Eat Whatever You Want.

However, I rowed for 40 minutes 6 mornings this week, with 2 Zumba sessions, and some dog walking. That, I believe, fill the requirement for Concerted Exercise.

I believe the following results do support my theory, although I do wonder how much more I could have lost if the fudge didn't exist.

I lost some weight-
100 gms.
That's a total of 3.2kg overall.

I lost some centimetres around my waist.
Let's count them... one.
That's a total of 5.5cm overall. (which is a whole clothing size in men's clothes)

Two people have commented on the fact I seem to have lost some weight, one was the most back-handed (rude) compliment ever. Apparently I really needed to do something about my weight, so it's good that I've lost a bit.

Regardless, I can't believe they've noticed when I've only lost 3.2kg - and that over 2 months. That's hardly in the territory of noticeable change.

But I think I am trimming down (and 5.5cm off the waist would indicate I might be right). This might be noticeable. And I don't care about the scales, as long as I trim down to fit some of my favourite clothes and get stronger physically.

On the other hand, went to get clothes for the Spring Fair fashion parade. They are all small sizes in that shop, I'm certain. The size 16s are very, very snug. Depressing. And for the first year ever, she hasn't made me wear black. This should be a good thing, but does it mean that either;
a) She has done a course on what colours suit people
b) I'm no longer young-looking enough to have to wear black (because of course all young women look good in black).

How can I be so depressed about the fact I don't have to wear black, which I don't like anyway?