I survived.

I wish I could say the things that happened over Christmas, but these are not things I can put on the Internet for the world to see. All I can say is that some pretty major family stuff happened, but it was more positive than anything else. My brother and I managed to get along for the first time ever, and I think my family has gotten closer as a result of this information that came to light... I'll just say this: burying secrets is a burden, and people should be able to share that burden with their families...

I managed to weigh in at 143 this morning. I ate like a pig for Christmas and Christmas Eve, but all the other days I was careful aside from sneaking in a few too many shortbread cookies. I am back to careful eating now, and very happy to be home.

I bought myself clothes that fit, lots of them, on Boxing Day. I couldn't go shopping for pants because I was totally bloated from Christmas, but I got so many nice tops. For once I don\t have to wear hand-me-downs or scrappy old clothes! I have clothes that reflect my personal, very loud and funky style. eeee!!! I can't wait to lose the last bit of weight so I can buy sexy jeans too! God it feels good to feel good about yourself, truly. So for anyone out there who is still struggling, keep on trucking because this feeling is worth it!

I can't wait for New Year's Eve. It is probably my favourite, or my second favourite after Thanksgiving, time of year. I will be spending it with someone I really like, so it should be a great time...

Have a good week and wish me luck (I checked my work email and Im pretty sure I'm already booked with work for the next 3 days...ugh)