Revised targets, new "end date" (but it never really ends)

I was writing in an e-mail to a friend recently: "...another 120 pounds in 418 days (twice the weight in twice the number of days) would still will put me at 208 pounds by the end of March 2017. That's okay - I'll take that. That pace would put me at my ultimate target (178 lbs) by the middle of July 2017, eight months later than I wanted, but still a LOT better than if I didn't do anything except sit on the couch all the time, and eat the way I was doing before."

Having previously published some target weights, and failed to hit the latter ones, I have revised my aims and come up with a new path to success; one that is more realistic, if somewhat longer.

2/27/2016	321
3/30/2016	312
4/30/2016	303
5/11/2016	300
5/31/2016	294
6/28/2016	286
7/30/2016	277
8/30/2016	268
9/30/2016	259
10/28/2016	251
11/29/2016	242
12/30/2016	233
1/30/2017	224
2/27/2017	216
3/31/2017	207
4/27/2017	199
5/29/2016	190
6/29/2017	181
7/10/2017	178

My new Gore-Tex jacket, doesn't quite fit 

Under this new plan, I should be below 300 pounds by the time we leave for Oregon at the end of May. I'll be approximately 242 pounds by my 50th birthday at the end of November, and I'll reach my ultimate goal by mid-July, 2017. The transformation will have lasted two years at that point.

Even when I was at my lowest in recent times, when I was living in England for the year from 2006 to 2007, I was only ever at 280 pounds (having started that 10 month period at 360+ pounds).

I bought a new lightweight Gore-Tex jacket recently which is just a tad too small for me at the moment. My plan is to fit in to it properly before the big hike.

The title of this blog post includes the phrase, "...but it never really ends", which is an acknowledgement that this lifestyle change is going to have to become a new permanent way of life if I'm going to keep the weight off once I've lost it. I never again want to be in a position where I can't walk 100 yards down the road, or can't bend over to tie my shoe laces, or don't have the energy to get up off the couch after work to dig weeds in the garden or the myriad of other things which I am slowly regaining the ability to do.