The more I loose, the more I care?

So, I have recently made an observation that perplexes me, although I’m not sure why because it is the most logical thing. I’ve found over the last six months, and more so in the last month that I’ve apparently decided to take off (who knew? Lol) that I care more about the way I look now, than I ever did when I was a total fat ass. Now, like I’ve said before in the six months I did lose 51 lbs but as soon as I stopped I kind of floated back up to about 45lbs and have stayed there for the last month, despite my piss poor eating habits, and lack of presence at the Gym. As I was getting dressed to go out for a birthday party last night, I realized I actually cared considerably more about the size of my stomach, the clothes I wore, and in general my overall appearance than I ever did when I was up to my heavier weight.
With my birthday coming up next week or so, I’ve been going back through old pictures. I don’t have many pictures from before last year as I was kind of camera shy, and it wasn’t until last year at my birthday that I started saying fuck it ya know? Well I realized that since my birthday last year, I’m down over 70 lbs? That’s a large freaking child!
Anyway, I really didn’t have much else to add, so I’ll leave it at that for today!
T.