Yesterday (and on the couple of days prior) the bathroom scale confirmed that my weight is down 5 lbs from a month ago ... that is a total loss of 15 lbs so far this year. Although 210 lbs is still too much lard for me to be lugging around at my age (my vanity insists it is still too early for me to be categorized as being in my late sixties, "I'm only mid-sixties, dammit!"), I celebrated this dieting milestone by having walleye and asparagus at one of our finer local restaurants (the bowl of chicken and dumplings that was included was nearly a diet buster but was too devilishly delicious for me to push aside). We then went to the local mega-mall to stroll off some calories and found that we durn near had the place to ourselves ... very few customers ... or mall walkers. The place used to attract the (ahem) oldster crowd of health walkers ... the only signs of old-timers doing any mall walking that I saw last night was when I caught my reflection in a store window.
The mega-mall sometimes has physical activities for the youngsters too, as shown HERE and HERE, but I prefer the quieter moments.
I spent most of year 2017 at this weight (210 lbs) and only suffered moderate discomfort, but when I porked up to 225 lbs earlier this year I suffered through the excruciating reminders about how dangerous my weight can get. It's no longer an option; I can't treat this as a hobby; serious calorie counting is now a rule.
I toast the simple pleasures.