I've been working my ass off at trying to lose weight for almost 2 months now. The scale has barely moved. Everyone else that I live with is shedding pounds very quickly. I get discouraged easily but it never has a negative effect on me. I've always said it only takes someone to tell me I can't do something in order for me to accomplish it. My family laughed when I said I was going to pay for my entire wedding myself. Done. They didn't give me a penny. I told my dad, "I'm going to lose 25 pounds before my Costa Rica trip in June" and he said, "you won't be able to do that. that's too soon. Not enough time." I bet I'll do it. The whole point of this is because I saw a picture of myself today that made me feel like I actually am getting more into shape & that the scale is really only a number. My sister & I do this thing where we take pictures of ourselves in dressing rooms & text each other for an opinion on whether or not we should get the item we are trying on. I took this photo yesterday. Usually when I see these photos I get really depressed but yesterday's photo had the opposite effect. I felt like maybe I am making progress. Clothes that used to not fit me, fit me. This is a positive post. For once. So next time someone in the house says, "lost 5 more pounds" I just have to remember, my time will come. I just need to be patient.