The Oregon Trail.

I fell off the wagon. Way off.

Usually, I would just chalk it up to something - I "can't" be skinny or whatever - but this time, I won't. Some friends of mine posted pictures of me on facebook from a party over the weekend. I've always considered myself pretty, and I still thought a lot of those pictures looked just fine, but I felt sad suddenly. I've held myself back. I could be so much more than pretty. I could be beautiful and healthy and confident, and I let my own laziness get in the way.

So I'm just picking it back up again. And I'll keep doing it till it sticks.