23.5 pounds.

More Mrs. Dash. More cabbage. More water.

The feeling of bad-assery is at an all-time high.

On Sunday, I get to eat cheese and peanut butter and GO TO HOT YOGA.

Also. CHEESE.

I can't believe I did it. In fact, I don't.

I believe some other person came and lived in my body and made unrealistic goals for the real me.
And then...proved that it can be done.
That self-control is hard, but not impossible.
That being accountable for your bad habits is humbling, but not degrading.
That admitting you need help because you've lost control is a part of bridging the gap between
here
and
where you'd rather be
and you can't get there until you do.

Turns out:
30 days is what it really takes to
change.
Really change.