The scale has been a prick to me lately. I wandered in the desert of the 200s for 6 long weeks, and now I’m closing in on the same amount of time in the 190s (although I saw an exit ramp to that when I peaked this morning 🫣). It’s enough to make a person snap.

Luckily, I’ve learned a good bit about resilience these last almost 10 months. I’ve also learned to look for progress in other sources, like measurements, the way I feel, and how clothes fit.

That skirt I shrank into only a month ago?

It’s too big now.

I am now officially in the shorts.

Gooooooooooood night.