I’ve been reading on my couch and drinking wine for literally 6 hours and paused to take a bath and put on an old button down that I wore ALL THE TIME (which I will post a video of) and am like freaking out how fucking TINY I AM. Jesus Christ how silly it is to be sad over such shit when in 49 weeks I have lost 75 pounds and am fucking ON FIRE. Like the last photo on the bottom JESUS. And that swimsuit fit literally last May and that pic in the bathroom was from last week. I’m so proud of myself and I don’t care how much I post of it.













