A Milestone But Not My Goal

I got on the scale this morning, looked down and couldn't believe my eyes. 100 pounds, exactly. It's major I know. Losing 100 pounds is amazing and in 5 months no less. But, what's even more amazing is that I realized this is just one more loss. I'm not done. I can celebrate this achievement, and I will—in fact, I just got done texting with a coworker/friend of mine who promised me an outfit when I got to 100—but as I told my god-mother this morning when she asked me how we should celebrate, "I'm not ready to celebrate yet. Let's plan for when I lose the next 75 and reach my total goal."

I'm excited but I don't want to get caught up like this was my destination and not just a part of my journey. It's strange that I feel this way. I thought this milestone would mean a lot more. But honestly, I'm glad that this is my reaction. I'm glad that this achievement merely serves as motivation to keep going, to stay focused and to work harder. 100 pounds is exciting but 175 is my goal!