5 pounds

I've lost 5 pounds.

And in the scheme of my weight, or the struggles everyone in the world is going through, it's not so much. In terms of personal growth, it's huge.

Maybe as the layers fall away from the outside, I can grow from the inside. I'm already feeling better, and less sad, and anxious. It seems like the troubles from last semester are faint and things that have made me the stronger, more confident person I aim to be.

I will be that person. I will look like who I am on the inside, on the outside. And maybe once I'm finally where I need to be in terms of myself, the rest of my life will fall into place.

One pound, one workout, one blog post at a time.

I'm feeling sort of down all of a sudden. I don't know if it's because of the lack of sleep, or the impending doom of a hard semester.

Or maybe it's just the fact that my girls have finally found a place without me. They enjoy spending time together so much that I'm a second thought. It's bittersweet. I'm so happy that maybe everything I've worked for is happening, but at the same time -- its sort of lonely.

But maybe it's just what I need to start taking care of myself again. To take the time to go to the PEIF, and to read a book, and do my homework.

Maybe in the end, the sadness is what will push me forward, to continue on improving not only my house, but me.