Oddly enough my feelings have changed a little. Some weeks ago I started to weigh myself once a week to help me monitor my weight and stay on track. I have never done this before, because my weight has always depressed me. Genetically I am a little havier so naturally I never really liked my weight that much. But now I don’t really care that I’ll always be a little havier than my skinny girl friends. Somehow I am suddenly able to focus on me and my “ideal weight” instead of thinking “oh, this is and always will be too much” 6 months ago

You think you’re so over this, but then it comes back again…
I only gained a little weight, which is pretty normal since I had a lot of stress and just couldn’t live without peanut m&m’s during these tough times. Nothing serious…but, of course, now I am totally unhappy and hate myself because of it.

Right now, I am really trying my best to be a grown-up about it, but I feel just like a teenager again. 23 months ago