I honestly don’t know why I gave this post this title. This isn’t a review of how my 2018 went. More so a post about why I’m not doing it this year. Granted I’ve only ever posted about my 2017 year in review but I planned on posting one every year. Not this time around.
2018 was not the best year for me. Everything horrible happened (except my funeral) during those 365 days. It was awful and 2018 could not have ended quickly enough for my taste.
On the bright side, I got myself back in therapy during the spring. Had to stop over the summer due to some unforeseen circumstances but recently started back going during the fall.
I don’t want to leave you, as a reader, in the dark about all the bad that went on so I’ll slip in something I’m ashamed to admit went wrong over the course of that terrible year.
I gained 23 lbs.
Horrible, I know.
But 2017 I lost a total of 50 lbs and I planed on loosing another 50 over 2018. Plans backfired. I was under the most amount of stress I’ve ever been under since my freshman year in college. I put on at least 20 lbs that year.
Adulting kicked my ass last year. I wasn’t ready. I still have some years to go, obviously, but I learned a hard couple of lessons.
With these newly learned lessons from last year, 2019 should be a breeze.
I got this.
Speaking it into existence.