170.6lb

That's 2.6 pounds off this week. At this stage of the proceedings, with so much already gone and relatively little left to lose, that's a bloody good loss. I've lost ninety pounds in total now, and am creeping ever closer to being under twelve stone! Wow. For my weight to start with eleven seems inconceivable to me. I sort of wish I could get back into my head space from the start of March, just to tell myself that I was gonna be here, in October. 

When I went for my run yesterday morning, it was 8am as I went out the door. That means it was full on daylight.  I'd never have believed, back in March, that I'd be ready to run, out on the streets, in front of real people, this soon. But get me! Weird feet and all. I care not a jot!

Just thirty-one pounds now to my ultimate goal. If I decide to go that far. That's when I'll buy myself my green Gretsch guitar. But given that I can already see my clavicle, another two stone might be a step too far. I can imagine my mum and sisters especially telling me to stop before I lose that much more. So I'll play it by ear. I want to get to a point that I feel I can genuinely say I'm happy with. To feel, yes, this is me, my weight loss efforts are over. I'm in maintenance. No longer a work-in-progress, as far as losing is concerned anyway.  Maintenance. That will be new territory for me. I've never, in any of my weight loss attempts, felt like I've been at that stage. There's always been just that wee bit further to go, just a wee bit more to lose. So that will be a virginal experience for me. I will treasure that. There's precious few of them left when you get to my age! Teehee.    

I'm very proud of myself.  I worked out how to put a video on here. Yay me! This is me and TMM, both fitting in to my old jeans. 

The pile of bags of clothes I'm getting rid of from yesterday's clear out.