I'm over half way to my goal. I went and looked at
my before and afters to think about this question. I don't hate looking at the befores, but it does feel weird, sad that I got that heavy, and I remember how hard it was to manage life at that high of a weight.
I think quite a bit about things you've written, Robin, about getting down to goal weight. I imagine myself looking at my current pic and having the feeling of how far I've come, and the dramatic difference from the start to the middle to the finish. (and meg, the standing in the one leg of the pants, that's just a wow kind of thing.)
