I know I will be happy to let the old me go. I know that my weight is a direct manifestation of pain, abuse, guilt and terrible coping skills. When I focus on my health, my happiness, I am a more aware, a more hybrid version of myself. I cope better. I listen more than I speak. I am more compassionate. I am loved more and more able to love. My weight is my ego and my weight has got to go.

Strive for happiness, not perfection.

There is NO happiness in perfection.

Perfection is boring.

Cut away those things, those people, those thoughts that weight you down- Happiness is your goal. Happiness will make you whole. You are not a trained monkey. You make your desicions. You want to be happy? Get off your fat ass. Happiness is but one more hour on the treadmill.

Dig just a little deeper, girl. It’s in there. It’s buried, but it’s there.