Dropping like a Feather

This morning, my bathroom scale read 184.0. That’s about a pound less than it did last week. Slightly disappointing, as my food journal (which I just began this week) seems to indicate that just cheating even a little causes me to put on the pounds. I get just a whiff of that birthday cake, and my body responds by adding a pound of fat. Ugh.

But 184 pounds is also a confirmed 4 pounds less than 2 weeks ago— So on average, 2 pounds per week. And that’s encouraging. At this rate, I’ll weigh 176 (which is almost “normal”) by Valentine’s Day (knock on wood), and hopefully looking a lot more sexay.

A few months ago, I reported that I had lost over 10 pounds and was finally able to fit into some of my old shirts again.

What I didn’t tell you is that I had lost most of that weight by early 2012, and that by the summer I had gotten stuck at 190-195 pounds, which is still about 20 pounds too heavy (and several inches too thick around the middle). As of the beginning of December, I still hadn’t lost any more weight (and may have gained some back), and I was sure my cholesterol numbers still hadn’t improved sufficiently, and my annual physical was coming up fast.