I don’t know how to go about typing this. I have fallen off of the wagon.
A lot of things happened in my life that left me depressed. I gained about 20 pounds, all in my stomach. It doesn’t sound like a huge defeat considering how much I’ve lost, but I have been so terribly ashamed of myself. I just gave up. I don’t know where my passion to become healthy went.
I have been morbidly obese since I was 2 years old. So when I actually followed through with changing my life in 2009 it was the most amazing event. All of the things I battled due to my weight – depression, an anxiety disorder, and cutting – just faded with a newfound thirst to experience life. I made it to 220, completed a 5k, and I became smaller than I’ve been since 4th/5th grade.
So I just feel awful about letting bad things in life mess me up like this. I just wanted to call myself out on the mistakes I have made. My emotional eating, my lack of exercise, my overall defeat. I’m just laying it out on the line right now.
I have to find whatever it is I’ve lost, you know?




You'll be wiser next time misery calls for food. Though I do hope you won't have anything sad anymore happen to you.