That cryptic title that has nothing to do with prostitution or rugby. Hope you’re not disappointed.
My non-scale victory of the week is that I went bra shopping Thursday. I’m down five band sizes from this time last year!
More astonishing to me, however, is that when I went to fasten the bra, I realized there were only two rows of hooks. Two rows! A two-row hooker!
My bras, in recent years, have been industrial strength, with three and four rows of hooks. I cannot believe that a mere two rows is holding it all in place, but there it is, working like it should.
I’m still in this plateau/stall/2-3 pound holding pattern, but things are clearly shifting and re-shaping.
Onward!
Balancing My Chemicals 
I shared your enthusiasm when I went from four rows of hooks to only three! I don’t know what I would do with myself if I got down to only two rows! LOL – That would be some cause for celebration in itself! Way to go!
-Erica