Victory

No, not the cinema, beef dripping popcorn at a fast food steak chain that we ended up in for lunch. I say ended up, we'd initially gone to a dirty burger joint next door but the service was so awful (eight customers including us, two staff and they still managed to ignore us and serve two tables who came in after us) we decamped in a huff and went here instead.

And all that because Himself finally accepted he'd lost enough weight to warrant a new pair of jeans and agreed to go shopping. In an actual shop.
 
If there's anything worse than shopping for women's jeans it's shopping for men's jeans. They're either too tight, too long, too small, too skinny, too stiff, too short or too something else. We did ok, he only tried seven pairs on.  And did buy one pair. In the size I said he was initially. Small victories.