Weight loss is objective.
I surf around reading blogs. It's good to feed myself motivation at least once a week.
I like to look at pictures (something I have little of), and see stats of the losses. I like to read how it was done, to see someone transform. It really is impressive. Inspiring.
I like to see how people feel different. The scale says one thing, but the body tells more intimate tales of the process of changing your body.
It probably goes without saying, but I'm looking for people who have lost or are losing a good chunk. Like 100 pounds. People who have been in body debt, and are now debt free - that inspires me because it hits closer to who I am - or who I want to be.
Usually people who have been over 250ish.
Anyway. So one thing I found fascinating is how other people felt in their 250s. Like, for those who started there. I started in my 330s, so that's another ball league. I'm feeling much better in my 250s (in comparison to my 290s). Most of it is just getting around the fat, being able to sit more comfortably, get up more comfortably, stretch, etc.
But the way some people felt at my same weight (at their starting weight) amazes me. The misery. I'm not that miserable. 'Leads me to think of the experiences and differences of our bodies. We all feel differently in our skin.
Regardless of how great I feel (because I've been even heavier than this) right now, someone else might feel miserable at 250; it might have been their beginning. It's a little bit of a buzz kill, really. And it's also a little bit of a face slap, telling me not to become to complacent.
I can't say I ever felt incredibly miserable physically at 300. I felt a bit disabled, I guess. But I wasn't suffering major health consequences, and was able to take care of everything I needed to. I feel similar now. BUT I feel more free.