First, I am going to apologize. When I get sassy, I swear. Like a lot. Should have been on a boat, swear like a sailor, a lot. This is a letter to ME (and I'm betting you can relate), so I'm going to talk pretty carefree here.
You will not be a size 0, like ever. That doesn't make you worthless, that makes your ass just more to love. You will forever have cellulite on the back of your thighs, but that's okay. Your thick thighs have climbed mountains in British Columbia chasing wildfire, your thighs can save your phone from falling in the toilet, and thick thighs hold more puppies. Who is the real freaking winner there?
Break up with your scale, its mentally controlling you even when you think its not. You will probably never reach 130 pounds again, because you fucking love eating warm cookies straight out of the oven. Also, congratulations! You hit puberty and grew up, so that 130 pounds from the 11th grade? Pretty unrealistic and silly. Think of how much you've grown, both mentally and physically, since then. Why would we want to go back there?
When you started your health journey, all you cared about was how you looked. You wanted to look damn good in a bikini, and that was about all you cared about. Nobody tells you that most bikinis are not meant to be flattering on a short, pear shaped body. So you got discouraged. From there, you GREW. So you don't have perfectly chiseled abs (looking at you cookies), but you are still confident in that bikini at the pool. You started for all the wrong reasons, so don't keep going forward with only one goal in mind. How many miles can you run without stopping? How many pushups can you do? How many tacos can you eat....wait that's not fitness related.....You get my point. You are pretty fucking cool even though you don't look like everyone else, heck that makes you even COOLER. (I sound like my mom talking to myself here guys, yikes.)
Embrace that fluff around the middle, enjoy that warm cookie, crush that workout, snuggle the puppies, and stop focusing on the number on the scale. When you get obsessive, you get self destructive. Health isn't a weight, a pant size, or a food group. Health is more than just working out, its recognizing that the scale is being a controlling bitch again and cutting that sucker out of your life. Health is pretty complex, just like your sassy attitude at times. So don't put yourself in a box, don't obsess over being perfect, and enjoy the hiccups along the way.
OH. And stop eating candy out of the boss's candy dish. Just because she always fills it doesn't mean you need to eat it. Adios muchacho!