Regrets, part one.

Oh hey, where in God's name did summer go?

I don't know, but I really want to come back to blogging full-time.  The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray, but maybe I can stick with this for a bit.

I thought yesterday about regret, because here I am after an entire summer, and my weight has remained the same.  I'm being checked for thyroid disease because of this and some other symptoms, but that doesn't mean I don't regret not losing weight.

Confession: The biggest regret I have is going through my life overweight. 

I've missed out on a lot of things because my weight held me back, even if in retrospect this holding was only in my mind.  Parties with friends, dating, playing sports for my school, swimming for All NH or a private team, fashionable pants and shirts, wearing jean shorts, athletic vacation events, hiking, wearing a bikini at the beach, running after other kids at recess, enjoying gym class, eating in the cafeteria (I was too embarrassed and would sneak off), etc.

I'm 21 and I feel like I wasted a lot of my life "being fat".

I'm sick of being heavy, and although my mental state is a bit better with age, I want to be healthier.  So I'm going to try to get into an accountability format here... we'll see how it goes.