A Third of Me Has Left the Building

In the spring of 1998 I stepped on the doctor's scales and weighed 300. I never saw that number again, though I usually hovered within fifty pounds of it until recently. This morning I stepped on "official" scales and weighed 200. Wow. And I didn't do it. I didn't quit eating stupid stuff, at least with the inflicting of an iron will on my appetite. I just worked the steps, changed my lives, trusted in God, and watched the dresses get too big. Wow.