OH. MY. GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!

Yesterday night I was nervous. This morning when I woke up I was even more. XD because it's weigh-in day, and my weight had barely changed in the last month. Now to see if my efforts paid off...

THEY DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm down to 169.6 pounds, the lowest I ever remember being. I don't even recall seeing a "6" as the second number on the scale. Even in my teenage years. It feels so... so... I can't describe it. It feels so amazing.

I'm out of my plateau. This is a huge psychological relief. Because back in 2010 when I lost 30 pounds and went down to 175, I only went back up from there. Never down. Never lower than 172-173 pounds, maybe 171 at some point. But I wasn't doing much, and now I'm doing plenty. Gym five times a week, jogging twice a week and swimming once. I changed what I eat. I walk outside as often as possible. I have fun on my Wii Fit. In fact it feels like I'm spending my entire life either working or moving. And I like it. I was afraid I'd feel like I didn't have enough time for my personal life. But guess what? You can put the two together. I saw a friend yesterday - we went for a walk. Seeing one today - we're going shopping, and I'll suggest more walking because it's still gorgeous outside.

I can't even begin to describe how proud of myself I am. I'm not starving myself, I'm not ruining my life. I'm just changing it for the better. And the scale is proving me right, as are my now too-big clothes.

Yesterday I took a bath, and after leaving it I was looking at my naked body in the mirror. I do that very often, not because I am narcissistic, but because I like to see what's changed and what is yet to change. I noticed my waist. I noticed how small and narrow it is, how my figure is so beautiful. I noticed how I wasn't as pale as before. How I was...

Shining.