Small-town update: our pharmacy tech waved me down yesterday because my insurance pushed through another 90-day approval, and I did a little happy dance by the vitamin aisle. I'm 38, down 27 pounds since February, with about 40 I'd still like to lose. But the part that has me emotional is I signed up for a beginner kayak class at the county lake this Saturday. Last summer I would've skipped it because I was scared of tipping and not being able to haul myself back into the boat. I'm not at goal and my knees still complain, but I'm actually making plans that aren't just about food or the scale. Anyone else find the mental shift shows up before the mirror does?