and I don't mean my birthday.

Wow. It just hit me what a 50 pound loss represents: a sack of fertilizer; a jumbo sack of dog food; 2.25 sacks of kitty litter; 1/8th of my former self...

I thought about celebrating, but crashed back to earth when I realized that I have to do this four more times to reach my ultimate goal. I hit the gym instead of a celebratory glass of wine.

Congratulations!

Congrats! I know the feeling. I want to celebrate my accomplishments, but then remember how much farther I have to go. But: celebrate, for sure. And deciding to celebrate without the glass of wine is probably a good sign for the next 5-0.

Cheers!

woo hoo awesome job!