I'm weighing in at 195 lb.s, finally, after months of being stuck at about 202.
That's it. I'm done. Maybe I'll shave a couple of pounds to assure that I stay on the same belt loop, but from here on out, I concentrate on getting stronger, not thinner. I'm seeing a personal trainer once every two weeks, which helps. According to his calipers, I'm at 24% body fat, having started at 28% body fat, when I began to see him ten jiggly pounds ago. If I get below 20%, I'm happy. He'd like to see me marathon-thin at 13% body fat. Bah, no way. I don't even want that. I like cake and ice cream and beer and doughnuts and filet mignon way to much to give them up completely.
So. That makes 62 lbs. I've lost. When I look in the mirror, now, I see me, the guy who'd been hiding under all that soft, protective blubber.