Another month, another “full disclosure means full accountability” discussion of my current weight loss regiment. Let’s run the numbers.
Compared to last month, the numbers don’t necessarily look so good, as I crowed about being down to 203, and this morning I weight in at 202.
The 203 was a bit of an anomaly, though, a low point on the scale. The current trend line shows I was really only at about 207. So I’m within my goal of a pound a week, or maybe better, over the last month, and I’m still well ahead of that (the pink line) since the top of the year.
I’ll confess that there was the better part of a week there in the middle, when Mist died, that a bit of “let’s not add the stress of dieting, even if it’s a relatively low-stress diet”) didn’t help, nor did a week of missing karate (the same week, which had both the cat and Katherine’s science fair keeping me from my major exercise regimen. Though, even through that, I didn’t actually gain anything, I just plateaued.
Those are reasons, not excuses. The result, though, is that I am trending toward hitting my magic 185 lbs. (which, in reality, I’ve done nearly half of from my starting weight) at the beginning of May, rather than last month’s mid-March or the plan’s late August. And there’s no reason for me to think I can’t actually hit that, so … that’s where I’m aiming.
And, in the meantime, my pants are fitting better and better, and all the tight 36s are back in the middle of the closet rather than off at the end. I’m happy about that.