I've been going through some mental and emotional hardships the last couple months, but right now, I'm very proud of myself.

This week was the first time in 5 weeks (6 if you count break) that I went to school all 5 days.

This week was the first time in... probably a month that I went to the gym 4 days (I had been going to the gym inconsistently, never achieving the planned 4 days I had decided upon for this semester).

And... this week was the first time in FOREVER that I stuck to my fast food restriction plan. I only ate out TWICE this week, which is the allowance I planned for myself (one day's usually pizza night, and the other is my dinner for my late day on campus).

And honestly, I know these achievement might seem like nothing... but for the first time in a while, I'm proud of myself. And that should be considered an achievement in itself.