It's been a week since I last weighed myself. Let's see what happened when I stepped on the scale tonight.
I've been hung up on my failure to meet long-term goals. Big Clyde suggested in my last post that I come up with a specific goal for a week from now, so here it is: I want to weigh 241 by next Monday. There's my goal. My something to work for. One week to lose 2.4 pounds. It can happen. It will happen.