Well, last year (almost one year to the date), I decided I wanted to lose some weight. At the time I weighed 150 pounds. So, after putting it off and putting it off, I finally started my journey. I started going to the gym every day, first for 20 minutes, then 30, then 40, and when I was at my best I did one hour workouts.
In addition to exercise I was eating right. Fruits, veggies, lots of water, and lean meats like chicken.
By this last May I was down to 120 pounds, which was amazing. 30 pounds lost, I never thought I could've done it.
(Little interjection here .... I lived with 5 other girls in my college apartment last year)
Okay, on with my story. Three of my roommates approached me at the end of last semester (late April-ish) and told me they needed to seriously speak with me about something. So I sat down and asked them what was wrong. They told me they thought I was bulemic (sorry if I spelled that wrong...), and I kindly told them, no, I wasn't. I wanted an apalogy, but they refused to give me one. I figured in a few days I would get one, but nope. Nothing.
Normally, I would go to them to fix a problem, but not this one. This time, it was like they were trying to take away all my hard work I had put into losing the weight, and I didn't like that.
After the school year ended and everyone went home, I joined a gym for the summer, and kept my weight to around 125 pounds. Then this school year started, and since I am now 21 (and legal to drink in bars and such), I did so quite often. The alcohol began to add up and I started gaining weight again.
So, here I am, toward the end of my fall semester, ready to start fresh again.
That is me. Carrie
"A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep."