No, I'm not abandoning my unhealthy fascination for all things 80s.
I just rolled over the tens digit on my fancy digital scale. Woohoo!
I've taken pictures each time I've crossed a "decade" marker, and since I've lost 16 pounds, that's two pictures plus the first picture... anyway, I've got three pictures of me, and I don't think I could put them in order by looking at them. So that's not so good. But every now and then when I just see the bathroom mirror out of the corner of my eye, I think I see a thinner guy. So that may be a good thing.
Speaking of fancy digital scale, I'm impressed with it. It measures to the fifth of a pound, so I can use decimal points as I track my weight. That's kinda cool. What surprises me more, though, is that if I get on it and weigh myself, and step off and get on and weigh myself again, it gives me the same number. You'd hope that's what would happen, but you know, calibration, cosmic rays, gremlins, whatever, I'm surprised that I get the same number over and over (and sometimes disappointed when the number's high and I re-weigh myself, and don't get any better news).
Also, another self-congratulatory set of numbers: I'm about 1/4 of the way to my goal.
It's weird - I'm a certain amount of proud about having lost 16 pounds. It doesn't take much math to figure out that I want to lose at least another 48. Or that overall, 64 pounds turned out to be my goal. And while I like the number 64 (I am a geek), it just worked out that way. So I can say 16 and be happy, but that 48 number still gives me the willies. We'll see, maybe I can look at the road ahead of me with confidence as I hit my 50% mark. My geeky spreadsheet predicts sometime in August for that - we'll see.