This morning, I spent reflecting on the changes in my life. What I want to do in the future, what I am giving up in exchange for attaining those dreams. As a recovering foodie, I guess it’s a matter of prioritising what’s important to me right now as I approach my thirties.

Is it more important that I have this sinful dish, in excess whenever I want (which will likely be VERY often)? Or is it more important that I am absolutely fit enough to do all the hiking in the world that I want. With that in mind, my new eating habits aren’t that different to upkeep. The biggest challenge is making sure I plan ahead, for me the girl who doesn’t plan might be my greatest downfall.

Accountability, that is weighing heavy on my mind. There’s a part of me that wants to track this progress. Not that I want to look back at fat girl pictures and gloat, but it’d be nice to see where I came from. 

Is that strange?