Inches not pounds

I hate scales. Hate them. Nothing makes me more sad than working hard all week, stepping on a scale, and seeing that I didn't even loose a full pound. Then there is the anxiety BEFORE I go on the scale. I spent a day and a half dreading that moment.
Just ridiculous.
I actually never owned a scale until Randall started selling Herbalife and asked me to be his Guinea Pig. I really do hate to weigh my self. But, I love my husband more, so on the scale I step.
Fortunately, though I hate to see my pounds, I know better than to put too much stock in them. What really matters are inches, and even more than that, your BMI, lean to fat ratio.
Honestly, I just generally know I've lost weight because my pants start to feel loose even after I've taken them out of the dryer.
But, measuring inches are really interesting.
And that is enough babbling.
Here's my measurement for the week.
Upper chest 37.5
Chest 39.5
Waist 34
Hips 43
Right Thigh 25
Left Thigh 25
Right Arm 11
Left Arm 11.5
Total inches lost 2.25
Now before I get all excited, let's be realistic. I really haven't lost that many inches. I'm not sure if I was wearing a bra when I measured for the first time or not, or if I had just nursed or not. Also I'm not sure if Randall and I measured in exactly the same spot this time. So, I don't think I'll take much stock in inches lost until about a month of measuring.
But I will pay attention to one measurement and that is my waist. Even if we didn't get exactly the right spot the first time, there is an inch difference from the last time we measured. So I feel pretty confident that I did loose a little in my waistline this last week.
Hooray for me.
I can't wait until my size 12 pants become loose.
Things to look forward to that keep me away from the cookie jar.