Please, I fucking know. I was absolutely miserable. I lived in the dorms on campus that were technically "off campus" and all by the frat houses. That meant (maybe wednesday), Thursday, Friday and Saturday were literally all drinking nights. That coupled with unlimited dining hall access and zero self control (parents/school had been in control of what I ate) and no exercise habits turned out to be a mess. Summer after freshman year I worked at coldstone and again, unlimited ice cream 40hrs a week with no self control.....I'm not the same person I was then. I like to think that as my body shrunk, my personality and brain grew, because I'm really upset with myself how much product I stole. That was typical fatty behavior and fatlogic and it's embarrassing and I really don't like my whole 2013-2014. I almost permanently damaged my body too, I was just lucky i was young enough. I developed these disgusting angry red stretch marks along my hips. When my mom saw them once she actually gasped and her face was essentially a slap. That was my first wakeup call. Then I realized I was classified as obese (5'7" female 192) and I hated myself. 2014-2015 was the year of weight loss through CICO (cause duh), now 2015-2016 is my year of fitness goals (IT'S REALLY EXCITING AND I LOVE WORKING OUT. I work out like 2 hrs a day, and it's the fucking best) sorry I kind of just kept talking