So, it's been four years or so since I logged into this forum, and I highly doubt that anybody that used to follow this is still around here. I know I don't stay on forums for years, and I highly doubt that anybody else does, either.
I wish I was here to say that I knocked off the weight and I was living a happy, successful life, and that everything was going well. If I did say that, that would be a terrible lie, and if anyone is here that did support me back then, well or if anyone that's here ever read this and felt inspired or hopeful, you don't deserve to be told that sort of lie.
Around the time that I stopped updating this, I went back to college. Long story short, I got involved with a sorority, I got hazed, and my pride and what little self-esteem I had disappeared. I turned to food and drinking while doing whatever I could to fit in, and exercising, something that was starting to make me feel happy, strong, and amazing, fell to the wayside because I was so busy trying to make other people happy. When I finally wisened up and found a way out of the false "sisterhood," my mamaw got terribly sick and my depression came back. I've spent the past year finishing up getting my degree and trying to find the strength to get myself back.
I lost myself trying to be somebody I wasn't, and to be honest, a lot of that had to do with the hazing and the fact that I wanted to be a part of something that made me special so badly and feel like I belonged somewhere, so I was willing to do anything and be anything I was needed to be. I realize now that was idiotic; when I first joined, in my opinion, I was the best that I've ever been. I didn't need to change for them. I realize that I should've stuck to what I was doing, especially seeing as it was helping to combat my depression and honestly, I should've been strong enough and smart enough to remove myself from the situation earlier than I did. I was incredibly weak and stupid, and now, I'm ashamed of myself because I didn't keep up all the amazing work that I did back then. I've looked through this journal to an extent and my PMs from back when I was on here; I had such wonderful support and I teared up when I read that I had inspired someone. I hope that person was able to succeed where I had failed so awfully.
Actually, I hate myself because over the past years, I have gained back everything that I had lost and more, to the point that I'm bigger than what I was before I even started all of this. Now, I have the daunting task of looking for work, finding- no, creating- myself, and trying to chip away at all the damage I've done to myself. So, here am I, eating crow and trying once more to lose weight, but this time to be healthy and happy, not trying to "be normal."