SanDi

San Diego! 

There was some good.  There was some bad.

The good. 
My friend Reyes and I found a "secret" beach.  I call it secret because there were only about 10 people on it.  About 2,000 less people than the beach we usually go to.  To get to this secret beach we had to climb down these scary, sheer cliffs.  Fifty pounds heavier I never would've even entertained the thought of having to crouch and balance and pull myself up.  But, fifty pounds lighter I managed with no problem and we spent the day on that amazing little beach.

The next day I went back with my cousin and I got up and down the cliff even faster.

This was the "easy way" up and down.  No stairs.

The bad.
There was weirdness between my cousin and me.  We are usually the best of friends, but on this trip everything felt way off and uncomfortable and I couldn't make it right.  Finally, she exploded on me one night in a restaurant and I spent way too many hours trying to figure out if any of it was my fault or what I could've done differently.

Anyway,  I'm almost done obsessing about it.

More of the good.
So, I flew back home and my parents picked me up from the airport and surprised me with a new car!  It was to replace the one I'd lent to my mom and never got back.  Now I can get to the gym and yoga and school and the grocery store.  No excuses! 

Not exactly what I would've chosen for myself, but it's iPod compatible and isn't that all that truly matters?

My mom cried when she saw me because I look so much smaller.  My dad keeps commenting about how much weight I've lost too.  My sister hasn't said a single word.  At first it hurt my feelings but now I just tell myself, "People are weird."