Or something. Really, I am. And I shall explain how I know this, for I have not been on the scale for a week or so.
Well, I've been mixing up the exercise a bit – last week, I got an hour of tennis in, and also an hour of five-a-side football, on top of the usual. That said, I did miss a gym session because of work and stuff, but played football that day instead. So it's been a good week for exercise, and I may yet go to the gym today, because I'm feeling groovy.
1: My belt immediately falls to the next hole down when I pull it closed now. That must be a good thing, right? Right. And it's not uncomfortable, or shrouded in lard when I do it; I just need the belt on the next hole down.
2: Zöe, my lovely wife, (when not shouting 'Fiiiiigs!') noticed that my body shape has changed. not hugely, but in a significant spot – the bit of chestliness down the side is, dare I say it, pretty solid and un-lardy. A good start, as it alters the line of the body.
3: The lady that does transcription for me turned up yesterday as her daughter goes horse-riding with ours. First thing she said to me? "Have you lost weight?" I'm pretty sure the answer to that is no, but something must be happening – I suspect the fat is moving...
Watch this space.