Happy Birthday... You're only getting old now.

 

I'm 19 years old as of yesterday, and I always feel (whenever it's my birthday) that I haven't accomplished anything in my life. This time, however, I don't have that sort of predicament. I feel completely devoid of emotions... I really didn't feel anything on my birthday yesterday.  I know I can't make time stop so I've accepted that the years will only keep rolling by.
At least I have accomplished things the past year: I started college, I started living without my mom (only with my aunt and uncle), I became more responsable and less whiny... and I sort of cured myself of my eating disorder.
During the time I didn't post anything here, I started to sort of unwind my mind from the eating thoughts. I did excercise, I ate whenever I needed to eat, I snacked whenever I needed a snack and I became a much more happy person. I tried not to see anything related to dieting or other tips and tricks on the internet so that my progress wouldn't reverse itself. I had a weak moment (once or twice) in which I found some blogs on my computer and I spent half a day reading it. I stopped because I started to feel frantic and... I don't know, I was falling down that hole again.
Because I focused less on my eating, I spent more time with my family and we got closer. I was happier and I had awesome abs! Had because ever since I started my first job almost 3 weeks ago, I moved back with my aunt and uncle and I don't have any space to excercise here. My current predicament is moving out of here as soon as possible since my aunt and uncle just bought a house and I guess I'm the only thing in their way.