Life

I guess I really just don't know what to post.

Nothing has changed.

I still weigh 167 something.

What should I post about?

My sister and I got a pig.

I still want to lose 20 pounds.

I'm still not doing what I need to do to get there.

I know what I need to do.

My friend Miki is running her first 5K today! Good work my friend. You are running circles around everyone that is on the couch. Be proud of yourself!

I've got awesome accountability partners (Vanessa, Miki, Emily! These girls rock.)

I gotta get my shit together, and even as I wrote that I thought *Maybe Monday.* What is wrong with me?

Really, life is good and though I want to lose 20 more pounds and I will (I know how) I spent yesterday and the day before hanging out with awesome people and feeling great in my clothes, in my skin, and NOT having to huff and puff across the feed yard.

This is what the banded life is about for me. LIVING. Feeling comfortable, moving. It isn't the same as watching that scale go down every week (MAN THAT IS REWARDING.) It is about not letting weight hold me down anymore. It is about never going back to this spot:

I still remember how miserable I was this day. NO MORE!