I'm back
I abandoned my journal (and pretty much the net) for a year while I got my life together, I did miss you guys but it was something I felt I had to do. Hugs for not defriending me even when I deserved it. Things are going pretty well for me now... I've lost 100 pounds since October 27th 2005, the date I had my gastric bypass. My operation was almost nine hours long due to scarring from a previous gall bladder operation, but I'm glad I did it and I have much more energy now. I still want to lose 100 more pounds, but today I went to the Austin Grill in Canton and I fit into a booth. That may not seem major but I've avoided booths for about two years because I could no longer fit into them.
I'm doing well in school again, I transferred to Towson University in the Spring and I was nearly on the Dean's List (3 A's and a C in a particularly evil math class.) I like it there much more than I thought I would, it has the diversity that Frostburg lacked and many more amenities. I've developed some friendships there and a mentor-ish "drop by and visit" relationship with a professor the likes of which I've never had before I still have a ways until I get my teaching degree but at least I'm moving in the right direction. I've gotten a lot more confident in the past year, it's easier for me to meet new people and deal with new situations. I think I'm finally not depressed anymore, I've been depressed to varying degrees since the beginning of high school but now I feel... okay I guess. I'll never be perky though, thank the lawd.
I am majorly freaking out about my 25th birthday being a month away. I think it's because at 17 when I graduated high school I had this definite picture of where I would be now. And I'm miles from that place in life. I know hardly anyone ends up where they think they'll end up and that sometimes the alternate journey you take is a vital one but the disconnect between dream and reality is really kicking me in the head for some reason. Yes I know it’s ridiculous and self-absorbed but it felt good to admit.
I'm doing well in school again, I transferred to Towson University in the Spring and I was nearly on the Dean's List (3 A's and a C in a particularly evil math class.) I like it there much more than I thought I would, it has the diversity that Frostburg lacked and many more amenities. I've developed some friendships there and a mentor-ish "drop by and visit" relationship with a professor the likes of which I've never had before I still have a ways until I get my teaching degree but at least I'm moving in the right direction. I've gotten a lot more confident in the past year, it's easier for me to meet new people and deal with new situations. I think I'm finally not depressed anymore, I've been depressed to varying degrees since the beginning of high school but now I feel... okay I guess. I'll never be perky though, thank the lawd.
I am majorly freaking out about my 25th birthday being a month away. I think it's because at 17 when I graduated high school I had this definite picture of where I would be now. And I'm miles from that place in life. I know hardly anyone ends up where they think they'll end up and that sometimes the alternate journey you take is a vital one but the disconnect between dream and reality is really kicking me in the head for some reason. Yes I know it’s ridiculous and self-absorbed but it felt good to admit.