FIFTY!!! Gone, gone gone

I've been sick all week (again). I actually think this is part 2 of the flu I had two weeks ago, so I was fairly sure I would experience a stall like the first part. Instead, it appears my body's typical cycle overrides anything the flu can do, and I am in my drop drop drop part of the month.

Even so, I stepped on the scale resigned to a shallower than normal drop. Instead, I got a big drop. Big enough to get me to 50 pounds lost EXACTLY! 

What is it about these milestones? Why do they mean so much? Why are is 50 worth so much more than the 48.5 pounds I had lost as of yesterday? It seems odd that that 1.5 pounds can mean so much. But it does. 

I've been so diligent about not overstating my losses. I don't round up my losses when I talk to people because I know it will diminish the experience when I actually get there. So, it gets kind of tedious to say, "I've lost 46 pounds." or "48.5 pounds". I actually got a little upset when my husband told his uncle I had lost 50 pounds when I wasn't even to 45 pounds, yet. Each pound matters. Each half a pound matters, each lean and green, each MF packet, each glass of water, each stall, each blog, each forum post, each step on this journey matters. 

So, while some parts of me want to "get there already", the saner parts of me understand that I need time to sit with each step and really be ok with where I am.

All the same, I am totally doing some happy dancing around the house this morning. ;)