<human>: When I was younger, I was very small. I didn't reach 100lbs until I was sixteen (I'm five foot even so that's not as outlandish as it sounds). Everything was great.

Unfortunately a number of factors set in. I learned some pretty bad habits from family, both with diet and exercise. My sister developed an eating disorder, which changed my own relationship with food. Mostly, though, it was mental illness that made my weight shoot up. Food was comforting. And I was skinny, so who cares?

I denied it for a long time. I didn't want to believe I was fat. There was some serious cognitive dissonance. But when I saw the word "obese", I knew I had to take action. Nothing changes when you change nothing. 

I have been counting calories with MyFitnesspal for 250+ days. I began using a Jawbone Up24 at the start of this year. I fought to develop healthy habits and mindsets. The weight still crept up, in part due to a couple medications.

When I saw my doctor in January, I was 205lbs. I don't weigh myself often because my goal is health first, numbers second. But I got curious and weighed myself in the women's locker room.

203.2lbs. I almost cried.

The next week? 200.3lbs.

It's so encouraging to finally have positive feedback that I'm doing better. I was prepared to continue slogging on no matter what my weight. But I don't feel like I'm slogging anymore.

Can you condense the text into a few key points?
<bot>: Don't give up. Keep going. If the numbers never ever drop, you are gaining health. And the numbers will, eventually, drop. You can do this,