I'm happy to report that, despite some expected vacation over-eating that led me to gain three pounds, I'm back to my pre-vacation weight of 174 -- and still nine pounds from my ever-elusive goal.
But I have reached a minor milestone: See that body scale over on the right, the one where you can adjust your information to find out whether you're overweight? Well, for the first time since I started working out in January, I'm no longer considered overweight. Just barely, though.
My BMI is 24.8 (25 is overweight for my body type). But hey, still a victory.
So to recap: I started at 190 and I'm at 174 now. That's 16 pounds in six months, an average of 2.7 pounds a month -- a pretty terrible rate, actually, but I'll take it.
They say the last 10 pounds are always the hardest to lose. A quick Google search will produce lots of advice on how to get it done, but my plan is to just use common sense: Eat right, exercise, drink lots of water and be patient. I'll get there eventually. I've blown every deadline date I've given myself, so I don't think I'll do those anymore.
But I will have to buy some new clothes soon. Most of my pants are now too big. A few more pounds and they will be comically too big.
A small price to pay for good health.