One pound, One Freakin' Pound!

Stepped on the scale this morning to find that I am at 182.6. This is 1 lb from my 50 lb "first" goal.  I want that last lb so bad! I feel like once I get there I might just run through the streets screaming, "50 pounds, 50 pounds, Yeahhhh that's right 50 pounds!" They might try to take me to the psych unit at the local hospital, but I'll be 50 pounds less then I was 5 months and x number of days ago.  But today has it's perks also: yesterday I was pretty desperate for some clothes that fit me and we are broke, so I ventured to the Goodwill "bins/outlet store."  I walked out with 2 nice dress shirts (from the Gap which look brand new), a pair of name brand jeans and a pair of shorts. You can't try on the clothes. So I took a chance and bought them. Jeans and pant size 34. This morning I put on those size 34 jeans and they fit- not even too tight. This is the smallest size I have been since I can remember- literally. I mean I know I was smaller when I was 10, but I vaguely recall wearing a size 36 board short when I went cliff jumping at 17.  Also, today marks another fantastic milestone- when I calculate my BMI I am now in the 'overweight' category. I AM NO LONGER OBESE!
This was so motivating when I hit the gym. My 2.25 miles flew by, plus another intense free weight work out (today was shoulders and traps) and then 20 minutes on the stairstepper.  My watch, which calculates calories burned by my heart rate and age, told me I burned 1050 calories in 1:04. I was literally drenched and dripping with sweat. I am started to learn what lifting "until complete failure" means. It might be hard to lift my arms up tomorrow. 
Tomorrow is my long run (with no weights) and I will probably do some ab work at some point. Jessica will be out most of tomorrow with the rehearsal and nails and other girlie stuff.  I have been looking into one of the lifting/workout programs on bodybuilding.com and think I might give it a go. I have the stamina and if the pictures of the transformations are legit I should have no problem getting completely ripped by say October, when I am going to put a calender together for Sean, Tyson & Kayla. Those three ***** are the ones who laughed at me when I told them I was going to get ripped.  I still love them and all- I mean they are my wife's family- but remembering their laughter (though I am sure they didn't mean to be hurtful) keeps me fighting each day.
What keeps you fighting?