It doesn't take much to make me happy.
No, really, it doesn't.
Little things like being able to fit into my 5.11 tactical pants make me happy.
I bought them before Thanksgiving. They were a tad on the too small size, but the next size up was way too big, so I bought them, intending to lose the weight to make them fit. Then Thanksgiving and Christmas happened and they became a lot more than a tad on the too small size. I cursed my poor choice in buying a size that was sort of too small.
This morning, I got up and got a wild hair up my butt to try them to see if I could wear them to my match today. They fit. I wouldn't say they fit perfectly - another five pounds off my ass will make them fit a whole heap better, but they do fit and I was able to wear them all day without becoming uncomfortable.
Tomorrow is weigh-in and I'm not really looking forward to it, but if I hate my weigh-in, I'll just put my 5.11s back on to remind me that maybe the scale's not always the way to go.