Loss

So I have been going to the gym now since February. I make it there at least 3 days a week, sometimes 5.  It has become part of our routine and if I don't make it, I am very grumpy!
So I had my measurements done about 2 weeks ago. I can't find my paper with the exact measurements, but I have what I lost. These are just from 6 weeks earlier, not total.
 Down 2 inches on my belly.
 Down 4 inches on my hips (which explains why I dropped 2 pants sizes!)
 These are the only ones I can remember off the top my head.
I love my gym, my trainer, the friends I have made there. I only have June and July left before we move and I no longer get to go to this gym. I have never been so happy with a gym! If you live in Las Vegas/Henderson I highly recommend Club Sport! My trainer gives me lots of new workouts and is willing to make sure I am doing a workout correct (I don't pay her anymore)!

Why are we so mean?

 Why is it that we are always the hardest on ourselves? My older sister and I were discussing depression and how we expect ourselves to be a certain way and that we often listen to the voices in our heads. I am very guilty of it! I find myself listening to those voices more and more. They aren't nices voices, they aren't kind voices, they are mean. I know that I would NEVER speak to someone else, the way I speak to myself. Why are we okay with it?
 I really like Pink's music and thought this song was very fitting. I have to remind myself that I am better then what the voices in my head are saying. It's rough, it's tough, but it must be done!