Just a quickie:
Sometime around May I set a goal for myself: Get your fat ass down to 170 lbs, you get a new tattoo. I already knew what I wanted and where. But I needed a goal to finally get this ball rolling.
Today I met that goal! I’m beyond happy and surprised at how suddenly I’m not scared anymore. I was afraid that every pound I lost was going to come back the next week. Or the week after. That happened once or twice, but I took responsibility for those weeks. Those were my fault. Suddenly this morning, I’m not afraid. I’ll keep losing weight until I’m healthy and comfortable. I don’t have to be afraid of the scale. I can do this!
Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have time to go by Kaleidoscope, Ink to talk to Jason about getting this done next week. He did my last tattoo and I love his work.