This may be a fluke, but by my official numbers I lost 4.4 pounds since my last Weekly Weigh-in Wednesday count.  I know the loss isn’t a fluke, I’ve busted my butt the last week or so to watch what I eat, and get in some exercise when I can.   I’m ecstatic over this, but also cautious that with that big of a drop I could also add on more next week.  Regardless, today I am the lowest I’ve weighed since I was  probably 15… I leapfrogged my previous best by 1.8lbs, which I had most recently set on November 3rd.  Maybe staying up late, watching the Cats slay the Jayhawks really boosted my metabolism in some kind of thermonuclear way?

Regardless, as of now I’m about 11 pounds from my next major goal and only about 22 pounds from my ultimate and final goal.  Regardless, over the past 9 weeks I’ve lost just shy of a pound on average.  If I can get more focused and make that an even pound or so then I can hit my ultimate goal by Mid-April, well ahead of my first half-marathon.  I think honestly I’d be happy to hit my next major goal by that point, but if I can get to my ultimate goal I’ll be pumped.

If I can hit my ultimate goal by end of May, that will be a total of 140ish pounds lost in two years… that is a number I can be glowingly proud of… I guess what I’ve already done is enough to be glowingly proud of (118 in under 18 months), but I keep setting my goals higher.