100 pounds

I lost 100 pounds. I thought when and if I ever got to this point I would have a Biggest Loser moment. In case you have no clue about the show, it is where contestants compete to lose the highest percentage of weight for a cash prize. Every season they always have these moments where a contestant gets up on the scale for their weekly weigh in to discover that they have lost an over all of 100 pounds. The contests sometimes cheers, cries, thanks God, thanks the trainers, jump up down, sings, or any combination of joy that can be expressed.

Anyway that’s the moment I thought I would have but I didn’t. I woke up stepped on the scale and saw that 160 and was like hmm. I felt indifferent about it. It took me a week to even say out loud that I lost 100 pounds. I didn’t care to shout it from the roof tops. It really didn't seem to matter. I was worried about myself. I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t excited. Why didn’t I want to celebrate this? My spouse offered this answer, “Maybe it's not the weight but the life that has meaning.” She is right. It is no longer about the weight, it never really was. It is about the life that I am living.

I may have lost a 100 pounds but what I have gained is something that can’t be measured.