Melissa told me I was getting obsessive over my weight, and I denied it—I like weighing myself every day because I get a good average of where I am. Not some one-day random data point.

So she said to take a two week break, and I agreed.

But every day not getting on the scale was so hard. And even though I was going to get on tomorrow since it’s the last day of the month, I’m on my period.

The first thoughts in my head when I got my period were “I don’t know how much I weight. I don’t know who I even am right now.”

No exaggeration.

I don’t think my weight controls my self worth or even my happiness, but two years into fitspo that number is a huge part of my identity.

I need to get out of my house more, or something…

Oh shit it’s happening :3 Gonna keep it in the box on display in my apartment as motivation. Only 18 pounds until I get to stop losing and start toning!