Hey everyone! I know it has been way too long since I have updated, but life has been kinda crazy lately!

If you follow my other blog, you know about my recent head injury. It's pretty minor, but unfortunately I had to take a few days off from the gym. The accident happened on a Saturday, and I waited until the next Saturday to really work out again. Other than walking, which I did a lot of. I got two of my stitches out on Sunday, and I just ran into my neighbor (the guy who is taking them out for me), and he said he is coming over tomorrow to take out a couple more. So I should be good to go!

Also, I joined a site called Fitocracy, and I've been logging my workouts on there. It is a great site, and super motivating.

Oh, and I am officially 70 pounds down! I was nervous that missing workouts would hinder my weight loss, but I've still been steadily losing... it's the veganism!

Anyway, hopefully I will post more once I'm fully functioning again. But until then, I hope everyone is reaching their goals and working out hard!

I might have mentioned this in a previous post, but I'm finally about two pounds under the weight I was when I started dieting, which was about nine years ago.

How sick is it that I started dieting when I was fourteen?

If I could go back and talk to my former, adolescent self, I would tell her be happy with her body. I would warn her that years of dieting would damage her self-esteem and her metabolism. I would tell her that I would eventually gain almost 70 pounds, just because every failed diet leads to months of bingeing.

My body isn't perfect now. I still have a while to go until I get down to my "goal weight". But,  I know that I have come so far. I look and feel so much better. I am happy here.

More importantly, I am happy with who I am as a person. I feel like I've changed so much over the past few years. And that is more important than what size I wear or what number flashed back at me when I step on the scale.

My biggest regret is that I wasted so much of my time feeling bad about myself.

This is the first summer in a long time where I've actually felt comfortable wearing shorts and tank tops in public. But why? Why did I spend every other summer over the past nine years wearing clothes that were too hot and uncomfortable? So other people wouldn't see my thunder things, or arm fat?

Who was I kidding?

I've made a promise to be more gentle with myself, and to accept my self for who I am.

And I'm so much happier because of it!