On June 23, 2014 I stepped on the doctor’s evil scale. The same scale that scared the heck out of me a year earlier. The same one that foretold the warnings I had received moments later of being a pre-diabetic, of being morbidly obese. Now, a year later it told a completely different story – it was the story of “normal”. Weight is measured in pounds in the USA, but healthy weight is measured in part by BMI – body mass index. Mine a year ago was “morbidly obese”, then it climbed (down) to “obese”, then to “overweight”. Now, on this day, one year from when I started, I was in the “normal” category for my height for the first time since probably 7th grade. Few people I know would call me “normal”. For once though, I was happy to be “normal”.