I'm really doing this.

On the treadmill just now, it hit me. I'm really doing this. I'm really doing this.

Slowly but truly, I'm losing weight.

I'm not perfect.
I don't eat perfect.
I don't have my exercise perfectly set in a routine.

But still, I'm losing weight.

I'm making it happen in the middle of a crazy life.
I'm making it happen even with some health issues that hinder full effort.
I'm making it happen even when I am not able to control everything.

This is my life.

And I'm making it happen.

And it feels good.

Less than 10 pounds to go to my goal.

It feels good.