Four stone down

Good news fat fans as I have now lost four stone in total since my heaviest point in September 08 when I was a chair-breaking 18st 11lbs. This morning I weighed in at 14st 12lbs, and that's more than three stone off since I started this damn fool mission.
I'm very pleased as I can't remember the last time I was 14 st anything and it's been without the aid of laxatives or a gastric band, so far.
It's not exactly been easy, but I always knew that would be the case. I have to fight very hard against my natural inclination to lose all patients with this project and just down a bottle of slimming pills or book in for a stomach pump, although I'm not sure that will do what I think it will.
The sense of satisfaction is immense because I do feel like it has come off at a sensible rate and that it will be more manageable than just starving myself to hit a target, only to blow up like a knackered airship when I get hungry again.
I do wish it was summer though as it makes salads more genuinely appealing. I did treat myself to a Twirl bar tonight, as a little reward but also because it had less calories than a granola bar. Granola shmanola if you ask me.
I still feel I am a way off losing eight stone by the time I line up the marathon at the end of April, but even if I get down to 12st that will still be six in total, which will have been a third of my body weight lost in 12 months, which ain't bad.
I made another discovery this evening, less edifying, which is that little woolen running hats do need washing after a while, otherwise they actually become rigid with all the sweat they've absorbed when the dry out. Quite gross. Think I might just throw it away, but it has been a loyal garment, a bit like R2D2 for Luke Skywalker at the end of the first Star Wars film, by which of course I mean episode IV, the ORIGINAL AND BEST. And now it's stiffened up it offers added protection as well.