In My World

Happiness is two tenths of a pound!

I haven't talked much about my weight lately. I've been in a holding pattern for several weeks. I weight myself daily, first thing in the morning, and for several weeks my weight has stayed in a three pound range. It's a very nice range. It's a range almost a hundred and fifteen pounds from where I started, but with my one year anniversary approaching, I'm counting ever ounce. So imagine my joy when I stepped on the scale and I was down two tenths of a pound. 

If you've never struggled with weight issues you have no way of understanding my reaction. If you've ever struggled with your weight there is no reason for me to explain my reaction.

I'm in the living phase of my post weight loss surgery (WLS) life. I am not actively dieting. I eat what I want, although in much smaller quantities. I hike. I run. I cycle. I don't let stairs or parking spots in remote lots dictate my decisions. I live. The fact that my weight continues to creep DOWN in the midst of living a full and rewarding life is nothing short of a miracle.  

That's right, in my world two tenths of a pound is a miracle.