I was thinking about how incredible the journey is. I was thinking I feel great being over halfway to my goal. I found myself a little sad that the journey would come to an end. I know, I'll have maintenence. It's sort of the feeling I got when I got out of high school. The "new" world awaits - it took a journey of one class at a time to get there. Yet, a door closes and the feeling of moving ahead is, candidly, intimidating.

I'm glad the journey is a process. If I was suddenly goal weight, where would those milestones be? Those are great moments, not to be missed. I am thankful for where I am, knowing I've accomplished things I never thought I would, met some terrific people along the way, and learned that even when I was next to home bound for long stretches at a time that there is a wonderful world full of people that care.

I'm thankful for the setbacks, too. So far I have proven to myself that they are just setbacks, not pits that gobble me. They make me stronger. Because I've had them I learned that it is ok to reach out for help. In doing so I'm also helping the helper.

I'm liking this journey!