Rolled out of bed, but on my bikini and now I’m laying in the sun for a few minutes (need my vitamin D!) I can’t help but feel (and now…see…) that I’ve gained some weight. I absolutely refuse to weigh myself because I know it will do more harm than good. The most frustrating part? I don’t want to do anything about it. I’ve loved not counting calories. I’ve loved not feeling obligated to work out unless I really want to. I’ve loved not worrying about eating chips or some pizza. I just have to fall back into wanting to better my body—not for looks, but for feel. Can’t wait to move home simply because it will be like a clean slate. I can rebuild my routine and surround myself with positive people and energy. Now to soak up some rays :)