I've lost three car tires, a pineapple and a guinea pig. [source]
When I decided to start pursuing weight loss surgery, I had hit 302 pounds. When I was approved for surgery and went through pre-op tests, I weighed 297. Through the miracles of laxatives and clear liquids (both prescribed by the surgeon), I lost nine pounds the day before surgery and weighed in at 288 the morning of. I calculate my monthly scorecard based upon the pre-op test weight. Most of the time, however, I use my all-time high weight because those extra five pounds are just that much more impressive and, let's be honest, I earned those five pounds.
So, if you are counting along on your fingers, as of the day I returned from Las Vegas, I weighed in at 239 pounds and 239 is a BIG deal for me. I haven't been in the 230's since... well, I don't know. I remember the day the doctor told me I had hit 240 because I was horrified (oh, had I only known). I was 30 at the time - I turn 45 this month. So, for all intents and purposes, let's just say that this body hasn't seen a weight of 230-anything since my twenties - nearly half a lifetime ago. This the first time I have been closer to 200 than 300 since half a lifetime ago.
The thing about the number on the scale - it matters, but it doesn't matter that much. It's one number I try to track among many. But it is a motivator and it's exciting when the scale reflects back progress.