I ran into our local pharmacy Tuesday to ask about a letter from my insurance—nothing dramatic, just a plan-year thing—and the pharmacist greeted me by name before I even gave my birthday. I’ve been going there for years, but that little moment hit me.
I’m 13 months into my weight-loss routine and down 57 pounds, and I still half-expect to be the person who slinks in hoping nobody notices. Instead I stood there chatting about her daughter’s volleyball schedule and my tomato plants.
Then I walked out to the truck and realized I didn’t do the little brace-and-breathe thing I used to do on the steps. Not a scale victory, just a me-in-the-world victory.
Anyone else have a small ordinary moment sneak up like that?