I'd kind of done nothing about it for a while, until my weight finally crept back above my magic number of disappointment (which, to be clever, has 3 digits, all of which added together equal 3. Yes, there are multiple answers to that one, but the magic number isn't 111 or 210).
That, combined with the example of my father-in-law who has spent the last 6 months successfully losing some weight of his own, I decided to get a bit more serious about it, start counting those calories, and eating smarter (more raw fruits and vegetables, more chicken instead of beef, less eating out, avoiding french fries, etc.). So I've been doing that since the beginning of this year, and as of this morning I've lost about 10 pounds.
Now there's just about 60 more to go before I get to what I consider my ideal weight. (Screw you, BMI charts, I'm big boned!!!!) And 40 to go before I get to buy myself a brand new computer with all the bells and whistles.
