my moments of glee are not so much over zipping tight jeans and doing something thoughtlessly, effortlessly, and then realizing it would not have been possible a few years ago.
Yes. This. The clothing thing snuck up on me. I had a much-welcome dose of reality when I tried clothing on in Europe. Sizes were what I had been at a younger age, not the absurdities they are here.
Nonetheless, it makes such a difference in weight and ability to do stuff. And the Mocha mare is much happier packing a lighter me.