IMMMMMMMM backkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. . . 
          So last week I fell off the bandwagon.  Well not fell per say, as much as pushed, in the form of three assholes and their not so nice words.  Basically I was running, they felt the need to roll down all windows, ride beside me, and laugh.  I've lost 93lbs, and decided to do something almost unreachable for my brother,but to see people laugh at my weight hurt, and it was more then I could take.  I cried, and pretty much lost all my motivation.  It's crazy how the words of others, strangers for that matter, can cut so deep.  But today I said F it and laced up my super cute hot pink shoes and ran 1.5 miles.  I am doing this for me, for my brother, my mom, but damn sure not for a set of strangers.  They don't make me, and they darn sure don't define me.  It felt good to be back, sweat running down, hair all nasty, wind through my hair kinda good.  Still a ways to go, but I can do it!!!