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Evidently, I have passed the point where everyone expected me to  keep the weight off.

I was at Jonah’s  Open House.

I used to work at this  school. It was back at my heaviest weight. In fact, the smallest they ever saw  me weigh was 240 pounds. (Yikes!!)

The  first year I came back for Open House, they were a little  shocked.

By the second and third year  they were just telling me I looked good.

Last night was the fourth time.

I wasn’t thinking about my weight or weight loss at all when I  walked through the doors.

It was a little  bit of a milestone for me. I didn’t fret or worry about what I wore. I just went  as I was. I didn’t rush home to put on my skinniest outfit. 

I was just a  mom.

There to see my son’s  teachers.

But…

No sooner had I walked in when someone shook her head and said, “You  still look good. Every time I see you, I’m just so proud of  you.”

I thanked her, blushed, and went  on.

Wasn’t expecting  that!

Two doors  down.

This time, “Wow. You still look  good.”

Through the main hall, “I can’t  believe you still have your weight off.”

Still.

I lost track of how many  times I heard that word.

I had a count at  first, but I lost it somewhere along eight or nine.

Jonah even had to ask, “Why do people keep saying  that?”

And, as a person rarely short for  words, it pained me to say, “I don’t know, son.”
Because I didn’t. And I still don’t.

I thought about it that evening, and I thought about it this morning  when I woke up.

It didn’t overtake me or  anything.

I still thought my usual, happy  morning thoughts this morning.

I  pictured the face that makes me smile.

I  got the boys up and ready.

I did my usual  things.

But every once in a while, I  would think…still.

Are they  expecting me to fail?

Or are they  genuinely surprised I have not gained?

Who knows?

It doesn’t really  matter.

What matters is that I made  it.

And I am not surprised that I am  still here!