Success

108.2

I'm down a pound and a half.

I'm fucking ecstatic.

I shattered that plateau, like a boss.

I feel amazing.

Every part of my body feels thinner, but not quite thin enough...

I'm so close, I'm getting there.

As a great bitch once said, "I don't get even... I get ahead."

(;

Life is truly great.

I'm so ecstatically happy.

I no longer feel shitty, like I'm dying every day...

This low carb thing has become really liberating.

I get to work around my weight intelligently, and come up with the best possible plan of action to lose more weight; perfect for my analytical self.

Today is my fiber day.

In an effort to help out my intestines, today I'm using my regularly allowed carb intake (~2g  carbs) to consume celery, and only celery.

It'll still have the same effects of my low carb diet, whilst enabling me to take a crap.

Elegant, I know.

I'm fitting into jeans I previously hadn't worn for months, because I was too fucking morbidly obese.

They fit beautifully snug, and make me look amazing...

Whereas before in the same jeans I looked like a freshly pressed sausage casing.

>.<

108.2

Almost 107.

I can't fucking believe it.

Instead of being 34 lbs away from my goal weight, I am now 9 lbs away.

That's just crazy insane for me to contemplate.

And I couldn't be more thankful.

Well, I don't know if that's the right word.

I've fought myself for years.

Blood, sweat, and the cliche tears to get this.

To finally get what I want.

So maybe thankful isn't what I'm going for here...

Relieved.

Ecstatic.

Grateful.

My stomach just growled.

And I've never been happier.

xx