So I sit here on a cloudy Jersey morning feeling extremely pleased with myself.
After my meal last night I woke up this morning looking pretty lean (Keith, you were right

) so I decided to take a hop on the evil scale to see what I could see.
185.2
YAY!!! Finally a freaking drop in weight!!!!
I no longer live and die by the scale mentality but I have to say that there is a certain amount of satisifaction that comes from having that POS piece of machinery have to acknowledge my progress
So I do my weigh-ins in the ole birthday suit (sorry if that is TMI folks) so I checked myself out in the mirror when I was done.
Today, I really saw it. I look almost normal...I mean I have my stomach and other related issues, but I really look so much less than I used to. It nearly took my breath away. I can see where I am going more than from whence I came. It as sort of a breakthrough moment for me, realizing that I am really, reallly going to do this, for keeps this time.
I am so excited today, I am hoping nothing happens to change it

I know that my original goal of 150 is just going to be a stopping point, I don't know what the bottom number is going to be but I'm 90% sure that isn't it.
I can't wait to see where this goes.
I saw my dad last night (he watched Abby for me while I went out) and we were talking about how no one in my family will go up with him in a plane (he has his private pilot's license, I have never been up with him). I told him that I never went with him because I thought that those planes had weight limits and my weight combined with his would put us over the limit (I was the heaviest person in my immediate family, even more than my dad, who is 6'2").
He explained to me that isn't how you weight a plane, it has to do with fuel and cargo and the passengers, etc. During that conversation I told him that my highest weight was 275 (right after having Abby) and that when I started losing weight, I was 264. I then told him that I was currently 187 or so. He gave me this big hug, kissed me on the forehead and told me he was proud of me.
There is nothing like making Dad proud. It was a nice moment.
All in all a good two days. Measurements to be posted in my pictures thread.