A year ago today, I decided that I was tired of being unhealthy. Getting winded from just going up a flight of stairs, not having the energy for activities that I once enjoyed, but was most tired of looking in the mirror and seeing how far I had let myself go. I weighed almost as much as I did at 8 months pregnant- and I wasn’t even pregnant anymore!!

It’s been a difficult and frustrating journey at times with frequent taco and pizza nights but I still managed to reach the goal that I had originally set out for myself.

In a year that seemed to be hell bent on breaking me with one too many draining experiences, I pushed through and succeeded.

Today I celebrate myself and this accomplishment that I worked so hard to reach. Here’s to another healthy, happy day and another 10 pounds that need to go! 💪🏻