I'm so excited

I got on the scale today and it said 265, again. But this time I am not going back up, just to go back down again. I will continue to go down. This time it feels really good to be here. My body continues to harden, and have sharper angles.

When I get to 250, I'm going to throw a party, a pound party. With every 25 lb. block of weight that comes off I will throw a wild party. There will be photos of star struck me, moments captured for the blog.

This wild party will have a very restricted guest list. Mostly me and my pussy(s). It will be the highlight of the Gardens season. I'm already working on the seating chart. There's me rubbing Jake's belly while he sits along side me belly up, on the couch. Daisy sits on my far knee, holding on with her unclipped claws. Willa's easy 'cuz she sits on the arm of the couch, above Daisy, each paw holding onto that respective side. She has memories of sliding off.

I can only begin to see and conjure up what my 100 lb. mark might look like.

I generally wait until the 10th of the month to measure my progress, but I'm too impatient, so off I go...