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So after many ups and downs I’ve finally reached my mini goal. While part of me is thrilled about this another part is really scared. I realized that for a long time I’ve been using my weight as an excuse for why I don’t live my ideal life. I don’t know if that’s the right way of putting it, but I guess it’s like I have this idea that all my problems would be solved if I weighed X pounds. I know it’s silly, but as I’m nearing my final goal I have to wonder, will it take a lot more for me than being thin and fit to be happy?

Ha sorry to sound so dramatic, maybe it’s the stress of mid-terms getting to me, but can anyone relate to this feeling?