I've just returned from my monthly visit with Dr. Baptista, whom I still adore. However, I finally realized I don't care what my weight is anymore. I'm losing weight, though it comes off in about 5 lb increments.

I'm wearing size 18, down from size 26, jeans. I'm wearing a 38B bra. I mowed our 3/4 acre lawn a couple weeks ago. I've not gone to the beach yet, but that's in my future when warm weather returns.

The biggest change is in my head. I'm no longer obsessed with food, or my diet, other than watching what I eat so I don't throw up and waste food. It's just fuel so I can get back to the business of living.

I never thought I'd say that. This year, I don't care if there's candy in the stores. The thought of eating the whole bag like I did on a previous Halloween isn't there. I don't want it.

It's the non-food stuff I care about now. Gee, the grandchildren are going to need new warm pajamas. I'd better go make them some. Let's carve the polyurethane foam pumpkins and string some spooky orange lights! Gee, my DH is so tired on weekends. I'd better go mow the yard and mulch that flowerbed. We're going dancing on Thursday night? Super! Where are my shoes?

Food? Uh, no thanks. Not hungry. No really, no thanks. Want to go for a Ghost Walk?

Awesome...and just the place we all want to get to...where food and our weight now has a backseat to life!! Great blog GF!!! -BG

Wow - I LOVE your attitude! You remind us all that life is for living! I'm not to the point your at ... YET ... but it's where I ultimately want to end up. At about 10 weeks out and not much restriction, I watch my intake pretty closely most days. But reading posts like yours gives me something to aim at. Thank you!!

I am feeling you and hear it as well. Best wishes imaluckydog