Come on, admit it! Even if you don’t like math, you know that there are certain numbers that are magical.
For some people, that number is 50…as in “50% off all merchandise.” The eyes glaze over and the mouth starts to salivate at the possibilities…
If you are a baseball fan, Joe DiMaggio’s 56 is a magic number. For bowlers, 300 is magic. If you like to golf, your magic number is whatever par is for that course.
For me, 300 was always a magic number, but not because I bowled. In high school, it was the weight that some people mercilessly teased me of being…and the weight I swore that I would never reach. It was the weight I rocketed past on my way to an all-time high of 360 pounds…and it was the number that I desperately wanted to drop below.
When I finally did get below 300 pounds last year, I didn’t have the sense of euphoria that I thought I would. There was a sense of satisfaction, but I was still not content with my body. I was still overweight and I could not enjoy my accomplishment. A friend asked me if I had ever been content with myself. Sadly, I had not. I have always been overweight, I have always been embarrassed about my weight, and I have always been driven to lose that weight…
Recently I experienced something new…I found a new magic number. And it caught me off guard. I stepped on the scale, and for the first time since I was about 13 years old, I weighed less than 270 pounds…
And something inside me clicked…I felt different…I felt satisfied…
I felt content.
For some reason, in that moment, I was no longer embarrassed at what I weighed. I could shout it from the rooftops (or at least in my blog):
I weigh 268 pounds!!!
I don’t know why 270 has become that magic number. I didn’t feel this way when I dropped below 300, or 290 or 280. And I don’t even think I will feel the same way when I eventually get below 260, or 250, or (hopefully) 240.
Because for the first time in my life, I am content with who I am physically and where my weight is right now. The number 270 defines for me a milepost, a barrier that I do not want to cross again. But, more than that, it defines a moment in time when I was able to look in the mirror and actually like myself for who I am, not for who I hope to be.
And for me, that moment was pure magic.
So what are some magic numbers in your life? Is it that 92% you received for a term paper in English class? Did you get a hole in ONE in golf last week? Or maybe you just passed five years cancer-free. Whatever it might be, find your magic number, identify it, and celebrate! And share it here as an encouragement to others.
Because numbers are truly magical.