
Hit a milestone on my way to my goal weight
The last time I was 220 pounds was in 2004 when I left high school. Hitting this milestone a few days before my 40th birthday has been extremely difficult, emotionally exhausting, and incredibly satisfying all at the same time.
I have cried, put myself down, failed, gotten back up, and kept going across every stall and uptick in the process. I've learned a lot about myself, and I feel so incredibly privileged to be able to afford these medicines that have very clearly done their part as much as I have done mine. The body dysmorphia I've realized I have is insane, but that's an issue for the me that's starting her journey to Onederland after my birthday. I've earned a week off the macro counting, and I'm so looking forward to a big ass slice of cake. 🎂 🎉 ♍️