Three Twenty

That's forty pounds lost since February 1. Actually, at 319, it's more like 41.2 pounds, but since I normally have more than a pound of EMS detritus in my pockets when I weigh in, I'm going with 40.

That's 3.1 pounds down from two weeks ago. I wasn't able to weigh in last Friday, and after the gastronomical orgy that was Easter weekend, followed by a conference trip mid-week, it was probably a good thing. By the time I stepped on a scale this Wednesday, I was up to 325. Rather than post it then, I chose to wait until this afternoon and weigh again.
 

Even when the scale doesn't show it, my body knows my gut is getting smaller. My left leg is on fire right now, has been for a couple of weeks, and probably will be for another 20 pounds before it goes away altogether.

I can't wait.