A couple of months ago, I was buying a new pair of blue jeans and the size I tried was a bit too large for me, but other than that, they fit just fine. Being in a hurry, I just grabbed the next size down off the rack and bought them without trying them on.
Later I found out they were mislabeled and I could squeeze into them, but I couldn't fasten them around my waist. Today, I'm thinking about just donating those jeans to a charity shop. I have to pull them up constantly because they're too big for me. I've lost over a stone and a half and am over halfway to my goal of losing three stone (42 pounds). I was at 15 stone (210 pounds) when I finally decided it was time to do something about it. And I'm not writing "stone" just to be an annoying twat. I genuinely think of my weight in stone, now. It's very, very strange.
The weight loss has all just been a matter of healthy eating. Breakfast is usually a bowl of Dorset Muesli with non-fat milk. Lunch is a salad or soup and dinner is usually a healthy meal of stir-fry, a chicken breast with veggies or something else suitably low-fat. Snacks are often just peaches or apricots. I frequently "splurge", as I did last night with a dinner of baguette and a variety of lovely cheeses (and I've not given up alcohol), but my diet is good enough that it's still working quite well. It's gotten to the point where I've had to ask my girlfriend to serve me smaller portions because my appetite is so much less than it was.
Now I just have to go out and buy new clothes.