I've lost about five pounds, give or take. That doesn't seem like much, and given the vagaries of the female body and water retention it's really not, but it's a start. I'll feel better about it when I get to ten. It's much harder to write of ten as "not real change," which is a huge bugaboo for me when dealing with weight loss. Even more than a shift in numbers, though, I'm fitting into pants I was last able to wear last summer. That's pretty spiffy, all things considered.