What makes you happy? Losing weight (quantity) or feeling good (quality)

I haven't blogged here in sooo long.
But that's because I've been slipping up.
I'm not so strict any more as I was when I started this out. But I haven't given up either.

My weakness -- I wont wake up and exercise. I know it's my undoing but I won't budge.
Motivation is such a beautiful word but it's not in mydictionary currently.

I'm still eating fairly healthy, but without exercise, that's only 50 per cent of the effort, right?

I finally weighed myself, reluctantly, about two weeks ago. On the same scale I'd weighed myself at the beginning of this blog. And I've only lost 200 grams!!!!

But, and this is a BIG BUT -- I've been fitting into clothes I'd put away six months after I gave birth to my son. I need belts on my jeans and trousers. My boobs have grown a wee bit smaller - I fit into tops I couldn't earlier.

But that goddamn tummy......can I just like cut it all off smoothly with a butterknife?

I don't exactly look like I have a figure...I'm nowhere close to THAT. But, I'm not feeeling too miserable either. Some pride I do take in the facts that:
1. My eating portions have come down (which was initially so difficult for me to achieve).
2. I'm able to keep off my evening hunger with some dry fruits, fruits and water till I actually eat dinner.
3. Overall, my energy levels and self-image are better (except when I look in the mirror ;-)

So is this qualitative "betterment" a good show in my life? I think so....at least I'm not distressed and depressed about my looks and weight.