I’ve been thinking about how I’ve become obsessed about my weight, my eating and the pressures to exercise. It’s a perpetual, unreachable goal that I’ve had forever. This nagging voice that just won’t all me to stop worrying about these aspects of myself. Some may say it’s a low self-esteem, and it might be. I’m at a point that I’m starting to accept me, view myself as complete and balanced. It feels good to let the weight go, ha, you like my humor?