This next portion of my story is not particularly cheerful. Brace yourself. If you’re feeling particularly depressed (like I do when there is no more chocolate), stop reading now. This will not cheer you up.
When I left off, my weight was under control. I was happy with my body for the first time in my entire life, and I was looking forward to showing it off (read: wearing the correct size shirt for once) when I got to college. College was not as nice to me as I thought it would be. Correction. College smacked me upside the head and left my ears ringing for over two years. Suddenly, I was spending most of my time studying, and I certainly wasn’t going to spend my now-rare free time in the gym. I preferred eating while watching television instead. You can imagine how that turned out.The weight came back on relatively slowly, but it did come back.
Move-In Day Freshman Year (August 2010)
Sophomore Year (September 2011)
July 2012 (Compliments of Tessa Tillett Photography)
Junior Year (March 2013)
Current (Shout out to Dick, my BFF and soul mate)
This brings us to the present. In about two and a half years, I put every single pound back on. EVERY. SINGLE. POUND. Told you this wasn’t going to be cheerful. There is, however, a bright side. This is the last time I will ever be that weight. Enjoy that last picture because you won’t be seeing any of those anymore.