The scale reflected an extra couple pounds of me to love, which is more than the last time I weighed myself. I would normally be upset about this; maybe go get a juice as a meal replacement or eat sprouts for three days; but, thankfully life has given me a little bit of perspective: at least my knee doesn’t hurt, my shoulder pain-free during my swim, only a myriad of scars to remind me of how lucky I am to be able to move freely, a belly to remind me of the amazing meals I have shared with friends. As I eat this brownie and baklava, I can safely say these are extra pounds of love I will carry with me proudly.