Someone recently asked me what my goal weight was.  I said “I don’t know, but I’ll know when I get there”.  There isn’t a certain number on the scale that I want to get to.  I might have a number in my head but I could get there and look awful and feel awful.  About fifteen years ago I lost a lot of weight and weighed about 115 pounds.  I had  friends, good friends who I knew really cared about me and were being honest, thought I looked unhealthy.  Some asked if I had an eating disorder, some thought I was depressed and someone even asked me if I had the big C.  I remember I was having dinner at a good friends home and after dinner I went to use the restroom and she starting pounding on the door and asking me if I was throwing up in there.  I’m sorry but I am a foodie and foodies do not throw up a good meal.  It’s funny but at that time in my life  I thought I looked great.  I want to get to a place, not a number where I feel good.  Where I feel comfortable in clothes, new size clothes, Without feeling like a stuffed sausage.  I want to feel healthy, be able to exercise and feel light on my feet.  I want to be the best me, not a number.