163 lbs. That is how much I weigh. I was too scared to check my weight this second round, and just figured I weighed about 155lbs; a weight I used to be that kind of "looked" the way I do now. But I'm wrong. About ~10 lbs off kind of wrong. I'm feeling so many emotions...and I know its stupid because there are people dying out there and I feel completely crushed over a number on a scale. Crushed. My heart sank when I saw the number, and my sister jokingly said "don't cry" but she could not be more spot on as to how I feel.
Why am I this sad? I think I'm more sad at the disappointment I feel with myself. How did I let myself go this far? I made (begged) my parents to pay almost 2 grand for a personal trainer that got me down to 143. My parents were proud. I was proud. I didnt recognize who I even was anymore, fats, carbs, fried foods, sweets, these were all things that didnt tempt me, didnt have power of me, I was so proud of my healthy lifestyle decisions, and not even decisions, but my TASTE, my appetite ,my cravings, were none of that. That made me proud.My motivation to run, dance, etc. That made me proud too. Now? I'm almost 10 lbs away from the most I've ever been in my life again, a point in my life that used to be so depressing and dark and I suppose I'm not only disappointed with my poor life choices but am paralyzed with fear that this means I'm back to the girl I used to be.
I'm writing these words and realizing how defeated I sound, I'm not. Just heartbroken over myself if that makes sense. I will always keep trying, and I'm letting all of 3FC know so I can hold onto this promise a little tighter. I will get back down into the 140s... ONE step at a time.

And this is learning yourself... Write it down as experience and keep going. You didn't waste your parents money with the trainer, now you KNOW what to do and what your capable of!!! You did it, and you're catching yourself from letting it happen all over again even worse, that's an accomplishment.