notice me.

I almost cried on the treadmill yesterday but as you know, I kept plugging. I kept going, because the alternative is to quit. And quite simply, quitting is nowhere near being an option.

I kept going, day after day, week after week, it's been months without progress (on the scale at least).

And finally.

Finally.

215.5

I would have been very defeated if the numbers between my toes had been the same as they have been lately, but the truth is I still would have made my date with the gym tonight. I would still keep going. But god damn, the sting of defeat definitely takes the wind out of you.

But that didn't happen to me. I am a winner loser.