Training for a fight. There are so many things I'm proud of myself at the moment. Losing weight. pushing myself when I feel like I'm dying. Getting the shit beat out of me (literally) and always getting back up. Pushing through injuries. And leaning that there was a person in my mind and my body that I didn't know about till I put on gloves. My couch has been telling me from the start, girl you got some fight in you. I didn't fully believe him until now. I'm a fighter. I'm a fighter....