Took a desperate measure today and made giant wall posters advising me how to live my life and basically reminding me that this body is the only one I've got. I just find it way too easy to get complacent and reward myself with food/soda. When I was eating Taco Bell tonight, I realized that there was no goddamn reason I was in Taco Bell. So yeah, I'm satisfied with my weight range, but I'm going to make the most of it instead of being a 165 pound sack of fried meat and high fructose corn syrup. Sorry for the mini-rant.
Mortals are mortar and life is the fuse.