Pug life.
Barbecue at the neighbor’s house later.
Perfect Saturday is perfect.
First job? Student teaching?
I think the time to let go has come.
About 20 years ago.
Oh my gosh. She’s singing “Don’t You Forget About Me.” I CAN’T.
CAN’TTTTTTTTTTTTTT.
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Not ashamed to say I already know this...
I’ve been taking progress pictures of myself (in sports bra & shorts/pants) to prove to myself that even when the scale’s not moving and maybe the inches are going more slowly than I’d like, my body’s changing.
I just compared pictures from August to pictures I took today, and while the change is not as pronounced as at the beginning of my weight loss, I can see a difference.
I’m so pleased. Not gonna post here, obviously, but I had to just get it out someplace. It’s small, but it’s happening. I just have to remember that. I wish I had taken pictures at the very beginning of this whole transformation.