I finally feel like I am making progress. Seeing those numbers on the scale this week, have been very motivating. I finally see a light at the end of the tunnel. Twelve years ago, my mom lost her battle with cancer. I was 23 at the time and had a very rough time. My mom, along with many of her family members battled major weight challenges. She always wanted me to be healthy and in control of my weight. At one point, she made me promise that I would try my best to never go over a certain weight because she knew what a slippery slope it can be. I have not been able to keep that promise, but seeing that I am four pounds from my promise to my mom is a good feeling. I have more to get to a healthy BMI, but will be so excited when these four pounds are gone.