About a month and a half ago I started a new 4 week diet bet. I was excited at all the progress I had been making and I was going to make that one the best ever. About a week into it I hit a depression wall. My parents are going through serious problems and can't really be there for me. Although I have wonderful friends, everyone's families come first and that's the way it should be.  I do have a couple of friends who have desperately tried to reach me but I was so far down I just wanted to stay in my dark space. I was alone. Where did I go for comfort?  You guessed it... food. I felt that at my age life had already passed me by and I might as well eat whatever I wanted to.  Not only did I stop eating healthy, I stopped exercising. I lost that diet bet and round 2 of my 6 month bet. Fast forward to today when I was going through old photos I found while getting ready to move. I found one of when I had lost 100 pounds about 8 years ago. I looked great. Well that was almost 10 years ago, I can't look like that again no matter how much weight I lose so why bother? The more I thought about the more I realized that I might not can look like that again but I can look better than this and I can feel better than this. I'm going to crawl back on the wagon and hold on with all I have. After all, I'm still breathing and as long as I'm breathing there is hope.