Being a Superhero and Everything Involved Therein

It's been a rough couple of days for me emotionally. Some people in my life are slowly destroying themselves and there's absolutely nothing that I can do about it. Yesterday was my day to be sad, and man, did I take advantage of that. I cried, which I haven't done in a really long time. I wrote some stuff that ended up sucking and being unusable and it didn't even make me feel any better. I desperately wanted a candy bar. I wanted to drink myself into a stupor. I was dying to hit up Starbucks and drown myself in a venti peppermint mocha (my favorite thing ever -- also, 560 calories).

But I didn't. Instead, I watched America's Next Top Model with Izzy, read Jane Eyre, drank black coffee and I got through the day. So I think I might be a superhero.

Life is too short to not celebrate these tiny accomplishments, even if there are bigger things, massive things, that feel like they're crushing your entire life and stripping you of everything you are and everything you've ever tried to do. You'll survive. You always do. That is worth celebrating.

I'm using this mess that is my life to make myself a promise: No matter what happens to me, I'm never going to stop improving myself. I'm always going to be proud and strong, and even on the days when everything feels like it's going to shit, I'm going to smile and remind myself that it could always be worse, and at least I'm doing everything that I possibly can. That's all I can do.

Anyway!

I have lost 4 lbs and that means I only have 1 more lb to lose until I hit my before-Thanksgiving goal!

That turkey will be well-deserved. Turkeys around the globe should be trembling. Get ready, turkeys.