I hit 100. This was the goal my doctor has been waiting for.
In April of 2014 I weighed 88lbs. I am now 12lbs heavier.
When I got on the scale and saw that number – how did I feel?
Mixed emotions. Happy, yet shocked. It’s different when you go up a pound, two pounds – but to hit a triple digits is a bit different.
I told my mom last night.
I could actually hear her smiling on the pholne. She asked me what I thought. I told her that I wasn’t as upset or scared as I thought I would be. And I meant it. I’m not overly thrilled, happy and elated. But I’m not upset, depressed or anxious. So for now I’m neutral. And that’s not bad. Not bad at all.