Now 215 is almost certain by Halloween, and 200 by New Year's looks very likely assuming I don't have some sort of meltdown and they find me in a huge pile of cookie dough.
I walked by a camcorder display at work and was almost shocked. I've hated those things for the past few years because I hated seeing how fat I'd become, and while I'm not svelte by any means there is a marked difference since the last time I saw myself on a camera. Between that and encouragement I'm getting from friends, maybe soon I can stop making fat jokes about myself. Not yet, but soon.