205.
I was, for lack of a better word, excited when I weighed myself the other afternoon and the scale said 210. I was wearing jeans with a belt and a sweater, so this morning I decided to weigh just me, without the extra clothing… the scale read 205. That puts me at losing 15 pounds since my last major weight realization toward the end of October.
Just a quick and rough calculation puts the rate of weight loss at a bit more than half a pound per week, well within the generally acceptable 2 pounds per week limit.
The nicest side effect is that the skintight red shirt Matthew gave me for my birthday now fits! Well, it fit before, but I was uncomfortable with how it actually looked on me.
The worst side effect is that my hideously expensive leather pants will never fit me again, I just tried them on and they fall immediately off, even if I pull them up as far as I can. To make the waist small enough to stay on creates the impression that they’re double pleated, yuck! I suppose I can reward myself with a new pair, right? ;)
I have 25 pounds left to rid myself of to reach the target weight of 180 pounds, if I’m indeed 6 feet tall, otherwise it’s 30 more to go (being 5′11″). My target weight is the weight where my BMI puts me into the range of “normal” versus “overweight.” I’ve already successfully conquered and broken out of the “obese” category, yay! I’m at 27.8 right now, once I get to less than 25 true celebration will commence.