What is a day worth?

Each day, I wake up to the same feeling.  I wonder if any more weight has been moved off my body.  I can't wait for one day to end, so that the start of another means I am that much closer to my goal.  Really, it is mostly what I think about.  I am motivated beyond belief.  I realize that this may not stay with me and for that, I am afraid.  What if this is all just a terrible dream.  I really haven't lost 66 lbs.  I really am that really fat girl in the picture.  Am I destined to become her again?  Somehow, I have to hold onto this feeling.  I watched some reruns of the biggest loser this week end.  (yes, I am obsessive).  Bob and Jillian keep pushing for that breakthrough for each contestant as to why they are fat.  Obviously, this can't be an easy question, or we would all be thin.  Right?  I don't know.  What I do know is I just can't be that fat girl again and by no means am I done here.  I have 43 left to lose.  I can get there.  I will get there.  I have to.  I can't wait to see BL tonight.  I am rooting for everyone to make their goal and I don't care a bit who wins the money.  They will all be winners if they achieve good health.