Sometimes I have a bad day and get frustrated with the fact that things aren’t moving much this week, despite how hard I’m working. Then I pull out a comparison photo and, OK. I’m proud of me. That hard work isn’t for nothing. I’m not the girl who could barely fit into an amusement park ride, anymore. I’m strong and powerful and able to get through that leg day from hell and feel like a beast. It’s all so worth it!