I get knocked down, but I get up again.

So naturally, I did what anyone else who lost their initial 10 pounds would do. I crumbled under pressure and stopped doing anything all together. That's a normal thing to do right? Haha, f*ck. If you're new to my blog this isn't my first set back. It surely won't be my last. See, when you're an Anxiety Girl who also suffers from depression, and I am wholeheartedly an AG*, nothing is easy.

Busy, but good.

So no, I'm not good, I really haven't been good for a long time. Hence this whole journey. This doesn't mean I don't have good moments, hours, even days. But smiling and saying I'm good is what has gotten me here, to begin with. And being so "busy" is what's allowed me to make excuses as to why I have no time to care for myself.