Having cheekbones. And pelvic bones, and shoulders, and ribs, and bones you never knew you had.
Wearing styles you never thought you'd look good in.
Having the energy to exercise for an hour at a time.
Not being the heaviest one at a family gathering.
Wearing bras whose straps don't leave deep gouges in your shoulders.
Tossing out those big panties.
Not grabbing the queen size when buying stockings.
Turning down tempting desserts, or having just a sliver and moving on.
No longer having to live with those consequences of over-eating: that stuffed feeling, and the emotions that go with it.
Passing one weight milestone after another; seeing fantasy numbers on the scale.
Fitting into your wedding dress.
Looking good in a bathing suit.
Being a good example of self-discipline for your kids.
Not worrying about running into an ex-boyfriend and imagining that he's chuckling about how you've let yourself go (it's a small world, ladies).
Going to your class reunion without fear of making a poor showing in front of your husband's ex-girlfriends.
Swimming with your children.
Finding out you're not big-boned after all.
Not being asked the mortifying question, "When are you due?" when you're not expecting.
Feeling more feminine.
Having more energy for your kids.
Being the most beautiful wife you can be to your wonderful husband who has never made you feel bad about your weight.
Looking (and feeling) ten years younger.
Doing your happy dance on the scale every morning.
(Feel free to add to this list and pass on.)