ssshhh! I don't think we should talk about that yet!

My brothers (and even my BIL, now that I think about it) like analyzing numbers.  A lot.  One day I posted on Loseit that my neighbor and I had cut a specific walk by a certain number of minutes.  One of them immediately posted that that was a reduction in time of 14%.  The other day I posted that I'd had a short walk in the AM (pregnant neighbor, y'know), and so took my book and went to the gym with hubs for 45 minutes on the stationary bike.  That was 9.59 miles and 72 pages in my book.  I expect one of them will soon analyze number of pages per minute, as well as distance :)

So all this number watching (for them; I haven't) brought one of my brothers to the conclusion that I'll be at 200 lbs by (American) Thanksgiving.  WHAT THE WHAT?!  I'll be honest; I hadn't thought I'd be 200 EVER.  I mean, EVAH.  How sad is it that I've been overweight so long that 200 sounds impossible?  *sigh*

But in fact, the non-pregnant neighbor had said to me a few weeks ago that I'd be under 200 by Christmas.  I just smiled, nodded, and kept walking.

But now I realize that if M2 says I'll be 200 by Thanksgiving; I probably will (he's supah-smart!).  And that is not only shocking, but exciting.  And mind-boggling.  And ... whoa.  He said he's planning a virtual 200# celebration :)  Like he'll go for a 200 minute walk or something.  Which sounds kind of fun, now that I think about it!  Maybe I will too.

I keep referring back to things I couldn't do 2 weeks ago or 2 months ago (and definitely not 2 years ago), and my progress has become my motivation.  I'm still not really aiming for 200, per se, but it actually is in my sights now that I'm down 33 pounds.  The thing is I've pretty much just been logging all my intake and outgo.  And if I was focused on anything, it was each "10".  Which means that since I hit 217 this morning, my next "ten" ... is 210.  Which sort of takes my breath away.