Life
This blog has turned out to be more of my stupid problems then my weight loss. I don’t sleep anymore. I run ten miles a day. I cry almost everyday. So many of my friend are leaving for college. I may never see them or talk to them again. I have been friends with so many of then since I was little. I met one of them when I was two years old. Why does everything have to change once I’m happy. I just want to pause life for a little and enjoy how happy I was finally. I barely got to enjoy anything before it hit me. On top of my depression coming back I was called fat two times in the last week by friends. One time was a joke but I could barely look at myself that day. I’m so tired of everything right now. I want to start drinking again, but at the same time then I wake up feeling even worse than before. Plus, I already smoked once and felt like crap for a while. Why can’t I just go back to a month ago and be happy?
2 more weeks until the pool opens. This means 2 more weeks until my goal of 125. I don’t know if I’ll reach it, but I am close!
