Transitions

My life in the past few weeks have changed quite a bit. I found out that I have lost 5 more lbs, my doctor will be thrilled to know this. I am thrilled to know this. I started this whole weight regime/exercise program 3 years ago this month. I began working out with a friend ,who had a home with a entire basement full of exercise eqiupment. My beginning weight was 240 and a size 20. Mind you, I have tried diets before, lost weight after both babies, but gained it back as they grew too. My friend encouraged me. She helped me see that it was time to change ,my aha moment ,and she stuck by me. We both saw changes to both our bodies, mine even more as she wasn't trying to lose as much as me. I was on a roll, dropping dress sizes right and left. I always rewarded myself when I got to a goal with a piece of cake or ice cream or some high caloric meal.
 3 years later, I now weigh 160 and am a size 10. Only problem is, I also shrunk 2 inches! My  daughter, the nurse, told me when someone loses a lot of weight, they also lose inches. Not what I want to hear as I was 5'8", nw 5'6" !!! My mom was 5' when she passed away, I don't want to be that short!
I learned this week ,that my youngest will finally be flying the nest. It is time and ,not that I don't love him, he needs to go. People tell me you will be sorry that he is leaving (he is almost 26 ) and my  dear mother-in-law thinks it is terrible he is moving out. Really? Her son ,my husband ,moved out at 25 when he married me and they couldn't wait for him to leave! He isn't going far, will be here to raid the fridge from time to time, or to check his mail that is left behind, or to do his laundry. I have plans for his bedroom, big plans.
 The little girl I babysit is now 9 months old. She is crawling and pulling herself up. She will be the missing link to the void my son will leave behind.
Yep, my life is changing, but for the good.