Day 18

Hello self, 

You are sick not lazy. Stupid cold. 

You ate out of comfort. 

Don't feel guilty. 

You are human. 

It happens. 

Weight is just a number. 

It doesn't define you. 

Love your body it is a gift. 

Your body is not perfect. 

Perfection is relative. 

You define perfection. 

Love your body. 

Again, love the body you were given. 

It carried and gave birth to 2 little humans. 

It lost 50lbs...twice. 

It has run hundreds and hundreds of miles. 

It is strong. 

It can push. It can pull. 

It can sweat. 

It can laugh and cry. 

It can be happy & sad. 

You are beautiful.

Even those stretch marks. 

Love. Your. Body. 

Because I love you.  

Love, me. 

This is a picture of how my weight has fluctuated over the past 4/5 months. It is frustrating. But I am determined to stay positive. 

Here's what I ate today. (I did stop after 8--wahoooo) though I managed to eat a bowl of homemade kettle corn popcorn right before.