For the last six weeks, I have been working my ass off, going to the gym several times a week, and walking further and further on the local hiking trails (this past weekend, I did just under 13 miles. Could have gone further, but the battery on my iPod died).
For the last two weeks, I've put a self-imposed moratorium on all sweets (desserts have always been my downfall) and all alcohol.
People were telling me that I looked better, and my clothes have been fitting a little better, but I was deliberately avoiding the scale at the gym. Tonight, I weighed myself for the first time since the end of June.
I DID IT! I am finally below 225 lbs. If I can keep that weight for another two weeks, I can celebrate my 40th birthday knowing that I weigh less than I did at my 30th birthday.
My next milestone will be to trim another 10 pounds by December 1, and be in good shape for the Jingle Bell Run. That means more roadwork, stepping up the pace to at least 4.25 miles an hour, and keeping myself from binging during November. But for this week, I'm going to celebrate with good food and good drink, and live in the gym when I get back from vacation.