Yeah, I know, that's gotta be some kind of oxy moron, but I acually had something great happen at the DMV.
In fairness I have to recognize my last DMV trip as a pretty good moment too, because I had been told I would have to start all over and start with a 30 day driving permit and take the tests all over again because I had lost my license and was in a new state. Then after a short silent prayer in the waiting room they were magically able to pull up my driving record and give me a legitimate license without the wait.
So this time I went in to get a license with my new address (I probably wouldn't have cared about this, but parking at the beach is cheaper if you can prove you're a local) and to register to vote, (we haven't had our primaries yet).
Last time when I filled out the paperwork at the DMV I was in denial of my real weight which was somewhere over 190 at the time, so I put 185 which was the most I was able to admit to without an emotional upheaval, and intense feelings of guilt and inadequacy, which probably would have triggered an eating binge.
Yesterday when I was filling out the form I proudly printed the exact weight the scale had told me when I weighed only 2 hours earlier.
(Please recognize this is a "self recognition" moment for me, which means I am recognizing that I have accomplished something and am giving myself praise, to enhance my own feelings of self worth, and build my self esteem. -But you can call it bragging if you want to).
The weight I entered was 162. That means I have lost 30 pounds since the last time I went to the DMV. About 20 of that has been over the last six months.