I lost a pound this past seven days, down to 169 1/2. Woooo hooooo!!!! I'm below 170.
Cliff gained a pound, although I'm sure if he got on the scales tomorrow he'd show a loss. The scales can be fickle. His blood pressure is doing great, though: 124/70. He's on two blood pressure meds, and is going to ask the doctor next time he's there if it might be possible to do without one.
I was expecting to be the one, this time, to show either no loss at all, or a gain; I've gotten a little careless, slipping in 100 or 200 more calories per day than I had when I started.
We take our daily half-hour walk/hill-climb in the pasture, and we've started doing a few push ups. I hate push ups, but since Cliff was doing them I figured it wouldn't hurt me to have a little upper-body strength. Fifteen is the most I've done, and I really doubt if I try for more. Did I mention I HATE push ups? Even the woman kind like we're doing. You know, where you only push up from the knees.