So, a few journals ago, I posted how I had officially started my medical transition, 4 years after I came out.

I've felt happier in my body since then, like, I've stopped caring so much about how chubby I am? My weight was a big issue through my teen years, and I did everything I could to keep it at 135-150lbs, and even in my early adult (18-22) years once I had started to gain weight.

It had been a sore point since 2008, especially after my grade 5 phys ed teacher singled me out for just being fat, despite the fact I was still fairly active. My mom near that year end went blazing into his office and tore him a new one for unfairly singling out someone that was trying their best, despite everything going on. For the remaining years in Tofield, AB, my siblings and I were never put in his class. But that didn't stop the weight teasing until grade 8. I went to HMCS Ontario on a cadet basic training camp and shot up from like, 5'4 to 5'9, where I stand today. Of course, I've added 70lbs since then, but I've never been happier with my body.

I don't have a major work out routine, and I have my phone step counter set to a minimum of 7000 steps/1hr of exercise everyday.

If you're struggling with something like that, it's okay to take it slow. Progress is still progress, no matter how small :>