I'm glad I remember what it feels like to work out weighing 90 lbs less than this. Because it keeps me motivated. I also work out harder because I know what I "can" do, so no need to hold back.
I'm glad I remember the highs of trying on new clothes and having them fit (and not from the plus sized section). Although this temporary wearing of fat clothes is depressing, I have lots of clothes to fit back into and rejoice when I do!
I'm glad I remember that I can't lose a lb every day. (It'd be nice but not reality!)
I've had a pretty perfect week of eating and working out. I feel good (a bit tired)
Probably the best i've felt since April 2012 - when I got pregnant and found out my dad had cancer.