It's the end of the year & I reached my weight goal It's been quite a journey, and the struggle was reeeeeeal. 365 long days of ice cream, sandwiches, free pizza and donuts in the cafeteria at work, so many temptations. And yet, through it all--this incredible journey of just eating some fucking food, so I could power my body for several hours at a time--I somehow managed (without any buttery tears) to consume exactly the same number of calories as I burned. It was super fucking easy, actually. Some might even say, it took almost no effort, and was in no way emotionally or physically challenging at all. So, another year beginning at 132lbs, and ending at exactly the same weight. Another year of being able to look down & see my weiner, roll my hands over my abs like ocean waves, bound up flights of stairs effortlessly, and do pushups with my kid laying on my back, trying to count past 25, while grinning ear to ear, because daddy is a jungle gym. Another year of my shoes showing even wear from side to side, of fitting in 28" waist jeans, of running 5ks before work, 'cause why not(?), and of not looking in the mirror in the morning in my underwear, and feeling shame & regret. Another year of being thin & fit. Never fat. No stretch marks. No bingo wings. No man-titties. Because it's really fucking easy to not be fat, just by matching your CI to your CO. Happy New Year, shitlords... May you forever remember that nothing tastes as good as skinny feels!