A Weird Kind Of Peace

I have battled my weight for the past (gosh) 10 years.  Longer really, but for the last 10 it's been terribly out of control.  But, "here's the thing" (a stolen phrase from my friend Dean)...I've been doing this (this time) for 10 1/2 weeks.  And, out of those 10 weeks, I gained weight 3 times.  And even with the gains (and they were substantial gains), I'm still 22 lbs lighter than when I started on 9/11/09!!  This is incredible to me!  I don't mean to sound boastful, but I'm so proud of myself!  Not because I'm 22 lbs lighter...but, because I'm sticking with it.  Even when I knew I was going to gain, I still went to the scale.  Even when I had days where I lost all control, I picked right back up as quickly as emotionally/mentally possible.  I just have this weird kind of peace about this.  I see myself successful at this task.  I was so "ready" for it the day I took it on.  It was weird.  I just woke up one morning and knew that I was fully equipped to take on the task of bringing this body into submission to a woman who's come to value herself unlike how she had in years!  When the setbacks came, it never crossed my mind to give up.  I was better able to keep things in perspective; face the music; and remind myself that one bad day or one bad meal (or an entire day of bad meals) only set me back a day and I didn't have to allow it to "undo" all the good results I'd earned from the good efforts I'd put forth up to that point.  I have absolutely no doubt that I will continue to lose weight until I find the size that best suits me, or that I will be able to maintain that size and live better and healthier than I have for many, many years.  I'll be forty-five in January.  I intend to live out the last 1/2 of my 40's feeling energetic and beautiful(er)!