My uncle came up from Alabama last weekend for Memorial Day. He came to my house and the rest of my family came over so we could all sit and visit without having a waitress hovering over us trying to get us to leave. We had a great time.
It was his first time at my house, as we usually go to my sisters. He loved my house, the landscaping and just everything about it. He commented several times on how proud he was of me to have such a nice place, could tell that it was well taken care of, etc. This meant a lot to me. I mean, a really lot. He's the more well-to-do section of the family. But that isn't what this blog post is about. The thing I was most excited about was his first sentence when he got out of the car. "Wow, you look great. You've lost weight."
He could have said that he liked my house enough that he was gifting me a new Corvette. I don't think that would have meant as much to me as his words, "You've lost weight." He was so impressed that he later asked how much I had lost, what I was doing and what my goal is. When people notice, that is a VICTORY.
I've had a few other NSV's lately. My watch that I just got for my birthday in December is too big. A ring that I got for the prior birthday is too big. It literally swims around my finger, so I stopped wearing it. My Fitbit that I've had two months, I can now fasten on a tighter hole. I'm wearing clothes I haven't worn in a while. Some I've never worn. I feel good, I feel strong. I don't get out of breath when I walk up a hill. I don't get out of breath when I walk across campus to go to a meeting.
I just have to remember to use these things as additional motivation. I must continue, I must improve, I must get healthy. It's not for a certain look, it's for life. I want to live, not merely exist.