A big breakthrough

I hopped on the scale the other day, for the first time in a while, and was surprised to find myself at 59kg (130lbs), making for a total loss of 21kg (or 46lbs)
That number means a lot to me, for several reasons.

Of course, one is that I broke into the 50’s range. But another reason is because the last time I weighed below 60kg, it was 2012 and I was suffering from severely disordered eating. The last time I was under 60 before that, I was about... 10 years old? I’m 26 now, and I weigh less than I did at the end of elementary school.
But the most meaningful thing is that the number means less to me than it would have a year ago. For the last 4 years, I cared so much about scale weight. Now? Of course I'm happy, but there are other numbers that I care about a lot more. Like the 10k I ran the other day in under an hour. And my first 8 minute mile.

If someone had told me six months ago that I’d now be dreading compulsory rest days and referring to running as "fun", I would have laughed in their face. Now I have to force myself to stay at home and rest, rather than forcing myself to go out and exercise! And most importantly, I've developed legs of steel and I'm signed up for a 10k race in April.
And now for some pictures, just because.

Me circa 2009 vs. Me 2015.