For the first time in my adult life, I feel like my relationship with food is healthy, or at least on the road to it because there was a lot of work to be done there. My workouts (or just intentionally moving my body some days, like a walk) are the most consistent they’ve ever been. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been. I’m down 33 lbs and who knows how many inches. I’m fitting into clothes that I haven’t been able to wear in years, pre both babies clothes. And it feels good. And there’s no end in sight so I’m just constantly looking forward to what’s to come. Including all the good food. And continuing to get stronger and set a great example for my kids.