I've desperately tried to discover what happened to me my freshman year of college. I still am not quite sure. A rebound from high school and living at home? If you want to know what I look like 45-50 lbs heavier now you know.
It boils down to Discipline. I had none.
No exercise. I had always exercised and played sports.
No sleep. I stayed out until 2-4 am and slept in or through many of my classes.
Junk. I ate junk. So much candy it sickens me. Junior mints and sour gummy bears were the biggest culprits. We laughed at the girl on our floor who counted her M & M's but guess who didn't get fat?
Mess. My dorm room was a disaster.
No 4.0. I think after the obsession with a 4.0 in high school I just decided not to care anymore. Some how I rolled out of that year with a high GPA but I regret my decision not to try. I didn't even reapply for my scholarship. I could have been outstanding and I wasn't.
Today I ran seven 800 meter sprints between a 2:55 and 2:28 pace. I'm training to run a marathon in just over 3 hours. If you told me I would ever be able to do these things I would have laughed. In high school I didn't think I could run faster than a 9 minute mile.
I run. I read. I educate. I cook. So I do not become what I was. I'm grateful to look back and learn and determined to never lose focus like that again. Certainly I was not happier at 173 lbs and a mediocre effort at life.