I can tell you right now that every decision, every action, every consequence has been my own. When I look back on the years and reminisce, I realize that everything truly is my fault.
The earliest missed path I can remember is when I had the choice to jump to an accelerated learning program in elementary school. My family and I had come home to a voicemail left on our home phone line (the 90’s, I know…) from my school teacher explaining how I was such an excellent student and deserved to be placed in a special school for the gifted. I don’t know what happened inside me, but all of a sudden I couldn’t stop crying. Maybe I didn’t want to leave my new school with my new friends. Maybe I was scared of failure or the unknown. …
Two years ago I was in terrible shape. I had ballooned to my peak weight and a dark depression held an icy grip on my mental state. Constant daily struggles, anxiety eating, and loneliness defined my existence. It was time to make a change.
I was scouring the interwebs for self-help blogs in an effort to make things better. Podcasts, blogs, articles; I couldn’t find the “quick fix” I was looking for. I would race home after work only to drown myself in pizza and beer. One day I came across a blog that talked about the Ketogenic Diet. The author talked about how not only could you lose weight by eating loads of bacon and butter, but feel better mentally as well. …
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