Today I did something monumental: I deleted the series recording for The Biggest Loser. Nick couldn't believe his eyes, chiding, "I never thought this day would come!"

I was completely disgusted with the show the first time I saw it. I was bothered by the large quantities of weight that the contestants lost every week when I knew that one to two pounds was healthiest. However, as the season progressed, more of the human struggle came through.

Each season since has been a catharsis. I revisited my own journey and relived the struggles year after year. It was a weird, addicting self-flagellation. This year, I just didn't care to go through it again. At what point does a change become the new status quo? Sometimes you just need to let the past rest in peace.

I have now lived a third of my life (and nearly all of my adulthood) with fitness and nutrition as weapons in my arsenal. About a year ago, I touched on the shadows in my past…it's one of the only posts on the subject. I was lucky with weight loss: the first time I ever tried, it worked, and it worked big. I only had to be smart, realistic, and focused: easy, right?

My life changed very quickly, and I didn't want to talk about the transformation I had gone through. I was uncomfortable with the comments and questions. I felt like it was the first goal that I ever truly wanted to make, and then I won the whole game. I was terrified that it was a fluke. I feared celebrating my success because what if it was the only thing I ever succeeded at?

Well, things change. Uncertainty fades as the years shuffle along. My success wasn't a fluke…and I think I'm finally done feeling like an interloper in a healthy lifestyle. I am where I am supposed to be.