Today, as I was driving my sleepy ass to Dunkin Donuts, I passed a woman walking down the street. From the way she was dressed, I could tell that she wasn't walking to any destination other than her goal weight. As I passed, I said, "You go, girl" quietly to myself. This was so I wouldn't seem rude by shouting it. Lately, I've been noticing myself mentally cheering on those that are slightly overweight and trying to alter that. 

I'm proud of them and ashamed of myself.

I refuse to get on the scale anymore.