Kangatopia

I weighed myself this morning, and I am now down to a number I haven’t seen in, oh, 15 years.  While I was in Ireland, I lost a considerable amount of weight with all the hill climbing and backpacking, but I never got on a scale to see what it actually was.  So, the benchmarks I have now can’t and don’t include that time period.  I figured with yesterday’s ride, it couldn’t hurt to see what today’s number would be.  This means now that I’ve broken through the last plateau (and hoping that I am not at another one) and lost a total of 63 pounds since my peak.  I have 39 pounds to go, and it kind of blows me away a little to remember when I used to think about how I needed to lose 100 pounds and how hard that would be.  The fear I’m having at the moment is that my body won’t look any different to me once I’ve managed to lose all 39 of those pounds.  It doesn’t really look all that different in the mirror than it did when I had 100 to go.  Clothes that were once very tight are now too big, but still I don’t see it.  Oh well.  At least I know from trying to will my children to never annoy one another that the Jedi Mind Trick doesn’t work on them, and therefore does not work on a digital scale.  Once the weight is lost I can go into therapy to work on body image issues.