“Babe, I know you have good intentions. I know you were trying to help me and get me to a good…”

Babe, I know you have good intentions. I know you were trying to help me and get me to a good place. I know these feelings could’ve been avoided by being forward with you. But I couldn’t. I had to do this for myself and by my own cheerleader. There were times when you would make me so mad, so resentful that I want to scream and ruin the surprise. But I didn’t. I held on. Every salad, every hunger pang, every drop of sweat, every time I refilled my water, every time you asked if I was working out and then said, “yeah I didn’t thinks so,” every time you told me to workout to feel better; every time you mentioned yoga, every time I cried during a workout, every time I gook a picture to show my progress, every step into the scale, every pari of shorts now loose around my waist, every weight I add to my session, every session I add to my week, every cheat meal I skip, every workout I smashed, every pound I DESTROYED... …Is totally worth the look on your face right now.