Am I Winning or Just Sick?

It's really hard for me to believe my ongoing success at losing weight and becoming healthier. So much so that, when I think about the fact that I've actually lost 17 pounds, I wonder if something isn't medically wrong with me causing it. <--how sad is that?!

I keep thinking about my mom and how she lost a bunch of weight before she was diagnosed as diabetic. I just had vials upon vials of blood drawn for the plethora of tests the Internist ran.
All the tests came up perfect except my white blood cell count, which was a bit high. The doc said that I seem to run high, so he wasn't concerned about that. He says I'm healthy.

That funky WBC leaves me a place to worry though, and take away from my victory of losing more weight than I've ever intentionally lost before.

I believe Dr. H that I'm healthy...99% of the time. It's that 1% that I'm making a choice to work on. My new mantras will be:

I am in charge of my weight loss or
gain.

I am making healthier food
selections.

I am increasing my activity level.

I am succeeding.