I recently turned 26 and I must say the past year has been amazing. A lot of things happened, but I think the most notable would be me losing a lot of weight, something that I honestly didn’t expect I could do. I knew of the risks and the possible outcomes and just tried to push myself to the limit. I wanted to feel good about myself. Thirteen months later, I was down two pants sizes, lost about 50 lbs. It’s a huge accomplishment on my end, and I don’t care if you don’t believe me, but it feels like I’ve won something, like someone who has lost a lot on  I’m starting to gain my confidence back. I guess my only mistake was it took me this long to realize that change starts with oneself, that only me can help myself. Let’s call it, late bloomer. LOL.

To kick things off on my 26th year, I went on a visit to the beach ALONE, something I’ve been wanting to do one or two years ago but didn’t have the courage to do so. It was nice having some time alone, not in a sentimental kind of way, I just wanted to get away from the city and the relieve myself off of stress. At first I felt kind of out of place because I was surrounded by couples and groups in the resort. The place was great and at night it was a clear sky with the full moon—heck it would have been amazing if I had someone with me there, I would have definitely stayed there longer.

This “personal outing” made me think that I should do this every year. I should embark on a solo adventure and next year I was thinking of going to a different country. I love the beach, so I’d probably include going to the beach on my itinerary.