another milestone: so I finally got around to checking my weight (which I do less frequently than I used to, even though I'm still following the 'diet') and I’m down below 170. This was my target. I made it.

--I’m not dancing around the room, but it is nice.

Amazingly, it looks like I could still lose a bit more weight. Or some more flab, I should say—I think it’s time for me to change gears and approach this not solely as a weight-loss issue, but to finally give in to vanity and consider my overall appearance. So I’ll need to exercise more, and more consistently. And since I no longer throw boxes around for a living, I may need to join a gym. start lifting weights. keep the diet but start adding weight, as weird as that may sound.

I’m not sure. The muscle thing doesn’t really fit into my self image.

Then again, the guy I see in the mirror doesn’t fit that self image either. I catch a reflection in a window (a full length reflection, not just the usual one in my bathroom mirror) and I’m shocked by how I look, and how badly my clothes fit sometimes. (baggy isn’t a good look for me…) I’m now officially a large, rather than an extra large. I have a 34 inch waist (or at least, I can fit into a pair of pants with a 34 inch waist… no room in the pockets, tho). I’m three notches in on the belt I bought as a replacement 6 months ago. (the old belt doesn’t have any notches where it fits me now). In the past three years I’ve lost 75 pounds. It doesn’t seem like much of anything when you only average a half pound a week, but it adds up.

I know you don’t really want to hear the details… and I’m at this point I’m sort of babbling, but I feel really good. I just thought I’d share.