Beer and Deep Fried Vittles

Last night was date night at our house.  We were supposed to go to a baseball game, but due to incredible tiredness factors occurring around 6 p.m. last night, that didn't happen.  So we ended up at the old watering hole.  I was gonna order a glass of wine and abstain from eating there.  But the wine there is crappy.  And I decided when I came back to the SB thing that I wasn't gonna be puritanical about it.  Otherwise I'd get frustrated and quit and start eating crap I shouldn't eat all the time.  Treating myself once a week was the plan.  So, I had beer and chicken strips and fries and had a great date with Marshall.  And I'm not sorry.  At least not very sorry.  I was hoping to treat myself to sushi this weekend, and maybe I will.  Maybe I won't.  But this morning I'm back on track.  Feel a little beer-y and bloaty, which is a good reminder as any as to why I want to keep eating the way I have over the last week (minus last night). So yeah.  And another thing.  I think I've settled on 175 as my goal weight.  Today I weighed in at 259 (bloaty).  So I have less than 100 pounds to lose.  I'm looking at 84 pounds.  Not formidable at all. I'll be curious to see what kind of weight loss pattern develops over the next few weeks.  Will a lose a pound a week?  Sometimes 2?  If I lose 1 and a half pounds per week, that would put me at my idea weight in a little over a year.  But there'll probably be some setbacks along the way.  So maybe it's more realistic to say a year and a half?  I dunno.  I suppose I shouldn't obsess about the "schedule" too much.  But it's nice to not feel totally daunted by the goals.  I can do it.