The last time I saw this number flash across my scale was back in September, and I did not write a post about it.

I also forgot to snap a picture when I stepped on the scale. My legs and feet are littler and pinker than these ones and my nails aren’t done. Who cares when you’re not wearing sandals?

Unfortunately, I have the same attitude right now about wearing shorts and skirts and shaving my legs. That’s right, men. I’m a Neanderthal this winter. Deal with it!

Right now, I’m close to the weight I was when I started at Hutchinson in February of 2022. That was 165. Unfortunately, I left the Hut quite a bit heavier, but let’s not go there.

• So, my impossible-skeleton-goal of 110, which I don’t expect to meet, is still 59 pounds away.
• My slightly-less-impossible-but-still-totally-ridiculous goal of 115 is 54 pounds out.
• My borderline-almost-reasonable goal of 120: 49 pounds more.
• My somewhat-more-reasonable goal of 125: 44 pounds.
• My “high-end-of-healthy”-according-to-the-dumb-BMI chart-most-reasonable goal of 130: 39 pounds.

If I stay 140 or above, I might be able to maintain my, errr…assets, to a certain degree. Much below 140 and I’m crossing back over into the Flatlands. Tiny Town. Nothingville.

I’m not going to worry about that, yet, I’m not there yet.

Next up: the Fabulous 50’s! Off we go!