I weighed in this morning at 199 pounds. Woo hoo!!!
I broke out in a big grin when I saw that first digit "1" on the scale. I'm under 200. That's big. I don't really know the last time I've been under 200.
I've lost, officially, 11 pounds since I purchased a scale. Unofficially, I've probably lost at least 20 pounds since I started this whole endeavor.
My pants are much looser. My shirts don't have that obnoxious bulge at the waistline anymore. It's definitely noticeable - my wife's commented on it a couple of times.
My secrets so far are pretty simple. I log every single bit of food I stick in my mouth. I work out on the elliptical at least 30 minutes, at least four times a week. Every morning I remember, I do 10 pushups and 20 situps. (I did 15 pushups this morning. It doesn't seem like much, but it's a big step.) I've also started doing some very mild weight lifting with our puny little 5 lb. barbells.
The other big support is my beloved wife. Mrs. B is also cutting back and she's lost ten pounds so far. It's so much easier with us both doing it - we can compare notes on foods and check in on each other when we haven't been exercising. Our conversations have gotten rather odd in restaurants, though. We both tend to whip our iPod touches (she has one, too) and start comparing calories in all of the dinner entrees, trying to find the one that's the leanest and most appetizing.
I made my spaghetti sauce the other day with turkey sausage. We bought small baguettes and roasted garlic instead of buying the premade buttery garlic bread. We've been eating more meatless meals, more lean meals. It helps a lot, being able to share the burden and the successes.
My original goal was to lose 30 pounds. That's going to happen in the next couple of months.
When that happens, I'll see how I feel and how much farther I want to go. But for right now, I'm celebrating.