A new 9

Since I got back from MINI United, I’ve been trying very hard to see 25* on my scale. This has been one of the tougher goals in my journey to not be a ginormous fat ass (hey, I can self deprecate. It is, after all, my blog). Sometimes it’s not as easy to get to the gym, but I still go. I don’t want to, but I know I have to.

Earlier this week, I got on the scale and saw 259. A new 9. I was very excited! I called everyone! Yes, you too, but the line was busy. For those keeping score at home…

When this journey began, I’m pretty sure I was at 300lbs. But, since the only reading I have is 280 after 2 months of going to the gym, we’ll split the difference and say I was at 290lbs. I’m sure you have seen these, right?

Check out that shirt fit toward the bottom of the pic. That’s a XXL and it’s pretty snug. (I’m the guy in the backwards cap)

Check out this one too. I think I have about 4 chins and quite possibly, 2 faces.

That makes a total loss, so far, of 31lbs. Ok, so it has taken me almost a year, I’m still pretty happy with that.

Next stop? 249. I’m hopeful to hit that before the LA Auto Show or Thanksgiving (see, 2 goal dates. I rule!).

My final goal? By the time I actually have to say I’m (gulp) 40 (!), I want that damned thing to say 220. Actually, I’d like it to say 200 but I don’t think we are on that good of terms yet. But there is hope.

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