Today, I learned how to ride a bike.

Okay, so it may not be a weight-loss related success, but I'm still proud of it! My parents gave up teaching me how to ride a bike because of my frustration and impatience. Today, at age 19, after a good hour of falling, busting my *kitten*, and hurting my crotch on a too-small bike seat, I finally learned how to ride a bike. And even after crashing into my fiance's grandmother's tail light, breaking it with my knee, flying off the bike, hitting the brick wall with my head, my shoes flying off and smacking the back of my ankle on the concrete...I was still so proud that I did it! And if my fiance Nick wasn't there to help me, I think I would have quit. I know it seems silly, but dammit I'm proud! :bigsmile: It reminds me that even though losing weight is hard, and I may fall off the "bike" at times, if I get up, keep going, and don't worry too much about crashing, I can do this