You are 178 pounds.
Maybe 1 or 2 heavier because of the pie you ate today. Your stomach hates you for it, not because of its appearance, but more so because of the unwanted relationship you've formed with the potty. Nonetheless, you are 178 pounds.
Bitch. Girl. Sis. You have progressed! You doubted yourself for a long time, but YOU did it! At the start of this break you were 185 pounds. While 7 pounds may seem minuscule, they still came off. They are proof that God works wonders and that YOU can work wonders when you commit to something.
You still have a long way to go. 18 pounds is the target. They WILL come off with discipline, dedication, and determination. The picture in this note serves as a reminder to keep pushing, to fit that other crunch in, to run that extra mile. It also shows strength. My stretch marks aren't battle scars. They're a depiction of the ride I take my body on. They are mine. I am theirs. I chose to take this picture this way because of the contrast between my nails and skin. Yellow is my color for this year. It reminds me to smile. As I see it against my skin, I am optimistic. I love myself. I love my flaws. I love it all. I will love the 178 me, the 185 me, the prayerfully 160 me. Cheers to brown skin, yellow nails, and the refusal to fail.
iPhone note - January 6, 2017, 11:30 PM.