I saved my reward until after I'd been at goal weight for a month, just to make sure I was treating low-carbing as a WOL. Then, on a hot day, I went for an ice cream cone at my favorite place. It tasted great, but gave me indigestion later on. The universe has an ironic sense of humor.

But when my fat clothes started to fall off of me, I had to buy some new stuff, as well as wear some older, skinny stuff. That, plus the pleasure of having my appearance match my internal standard of how I ought to look, has been a daily reward.