Progress

I don’t know the last time I ate a fudge round. I have gotten on the bike twice this week, and the scale three times. All blue days so far.

I can do this. I’m going to do this. I want this. I need this. I must have this.

Can you tell it’s spring? I’m waking up out of hibernation, and I’m hungry. But not for pizza.

I want my body back. I’m going to get it.