That's right. I've officially lost an Olsen twin (that's 100lbs. for those of you who do not watch Extra, read People, or subscribe to the Cult of Holywood). It's slightly over the 1/2 mark, so now I just need to lose the other twin. I guess I could think of it as .75 of a Justin Beiber, but I'm a little more mature that that. In fact, when my doctor first told me he thought I could get "somewhere in the 150's" all I could think of was, "Wow! That's a whole Backstreet Boy! Soaking Wet!" (am I aging myself with that reference?).
I got on the scale this morning and it was 253.5. My first visit with the doctor was 353.4. Close enough.
So I celebrated by going to work, drinking a protein shake, and then ending my day with, what else, delicious BBQ pork and baked beans.
That Ashley had better sleep with one eye open. I'm coming for her ass.