Some success

So, I finally decided to measure myself, to see how progress has gone in that direction.
I lost 1" off of my waist, 1" off of my hips, but GAINED 1" in my thighs????!!! WTF??
I can only assume it's because I've been riding my bike, so I've gained muscle, but that'll be the last fat I lose (first on, last off)
But still.
I fucking hate my thighs. When I get dressed at the gym, and catch a glimpse in the mirror, I get a gag reflex at the sight of my thighs & ass. I fucking hate it. I wish I looked better. All in good time? Why does it take so long? I wish I could afford liposuction. I wish I could just flay off the layers of fat that my depression spent years accumulating. I could count the rings of failure in those layers. Years of bad eating, years of bad choices, no exercise, lack of motivation, depression.
It takes so much to change all those habits, so much to peel off those layers and find the butterfly underneath. A butterfly encased in lard.
I did pretty good yesterday. I ate 3 vegan buffalo wing thingies, at 40 calories each, but I had a super light dinner of some veggies in miso soup, so I think I'm okay.
I took puppy for a run. Well, I tried taking puppy for a run. I'm still working up to running for significant stretches, so we just ran a few blocks at a time. The first two stretches were okay, but the third one was a disaster. He got really excited & started running around me in circles at top speed. I was so afraid he was going to get loose & run into traffic. I basically had to stand there & hold on to the end of the leash for dear life as he orbited me like a freaking comet! Eventually, he calmed down, & we went about our business. I hope I can turn him into a good running partner. He could use the exercise! He's getting chubby!