Back in October, I set a goal for myself. This was bigger than any other goal I had set. It wanted to lose 100 lbs by January 1st. Well back in October, I was losing 10 lbs a month. Then November happened and I lost 6 and now December and I think I've only lost 5. Basically, my body is nearing the end and I think it's starting to not lose as fast which I expected. So I had to rethink my lofty goal and make it 95 lbs lost by January 1st. Well that day has come and I have been working double time to hit this goal. So much that I have been going to the gym twice a day (extreme, yes, but very temporary) and tracking every single item of food that I have been eating. Well I weighed in yesterday and was at 92 lbs lost! I am only sharing this because I know that I almost wanted to be sad that I didn't hit my goal which was only 3 lbs off, but holy cow, I am so proud of myself for losing that much! My 1 year mark isn't until February 21st so I hope to have lost 100 by then which I am pretty sure I will be able to, but this just shows even when goals aren't met, we still should be proud of ourselves. Its only a number and that does not define who we are! I am not giving up and I hope to see those 3 more lbs gone by the end of the month and I will do what it takes to get there.