I've been pretty hard on myself lately, specifically comparing myself to others.  It makes me depressed and I end up eating more than I want.  I end up feeling sluggish from too much food and I don't want to work out because I feel gross.  It's a vicious cycle that makes me feel worse and worse.

I've gotten better about not comparing myself to people that I follow on Instagram or celebrities, but real life people still get me down.  One of my good friends is about my height and while she's also overweight, she's always been smaller than me.  She started working out last month and already lost ten pounds.  That puts her at the same weight as me right now.  The same weight that's taken me about 10 months to reach.  I can't help but feel that I'm not doing enough and that I should be so much further along by now.

It's tough.  I'm trying to remember how great it felt to reach this weight and how accomplished I felt.  I didn't think I'd ever make it this far, even with the 10 month timeline.  Yes, it's a struggle and it's taking some time, but I feel like this is sustainable.  I am more than capable of keeping this up.  I don't know if I'd be able to do all the things that my friend has done to lose 10 lbs.  She has her own journey and I have mine.  We've been supportive of each other and that's what I need to focus on.  Not the numbers and the timeframe.

Going forward, I'm going to work on being more compassionate with myself and forgiving myself when I fall back into the habits from my old life.  I have my whole life to get this worked out and I only have to look back at how far I've come to see that I'm accomplished a lot already.