I turn 26 tomorrow. I wanted to be 145 by my birthday (a present to myself, maybe) and I am. Less, actually--143. 48 pounds.

I found some old pictures from my birthday a few years ago, and I almost cried. What a difference. I might have a hard time seeing the changes in my body when I look in the mirror, but pictures can't lie.

I talked a big talk when I started this blog--"I won't fail" and all that. But I really thought I would fail. I have no idea how I got here. 8 months, 32 weeks, and so much has changed.