Plateauville Resident

So it's happened, I've entered "Plateauville, Population, 1".

I can't say that I'm surprised, because I'm not. My progress has slowly, slowly been decreasing, and even though I went to the gym last week, changes like that initially cause either a pause or gain anyway. So I've got to keep my head held high and facing the future.

My consultant, Michelle, realized that I should have gotten my calories dropped from 1500 to 1200 a while ago, and that maybe that's the cause for the plateau. I hope she's right, because I have no intentions on staying in the 190's...or the 180's...or even the 170's.

Day two with 300 less calories is a little hard, I feel like a crackhead because I want to eat something, but I don't know what, and worst of all, I probably can't.

SO luckily I recieved a pick-me-up from my BFF today. She sent me a picture from her birthday last year and told me to just look at it. I opened it and, excuse my language, but my fucking jaw DROPPED into my lap.

WTAF????

I have to honestly say that I don't remember looking like this in these pictures. I keep telling myself that if I did, I'd have done something about it then and there. But as I scrolled through the pictures of the past, I have concluded that I must have been wearing some slimming glasses or something, because they all look like this.

I wanted to cry.

But before I did, I realized that although it's shocking to look at me in my former body, I have to find comfort in the fact that I am no longer that person, and I will try my damndest to not be her ever again.