Summer 2010 was awful. I was having a good time working out and biking a ton, but I eventually hit a wall, and my struggles changed completely. The first time I remember eating compulsively was after I had invited high school friends over to hang out and have dinner at my house. I don’t remember what it was, but I was already extremely emotionally unstable and the night didn’t go like I wanted it. That sparked something and I recognized how lonely I really was. I felt terrible about myself, and hated who I was. It spun me into a depression for several days and I began to compulsively eat a ton of food that I hadn’t allowed myself to eat before. This trend continued throughout the summer of doing fine when I exercising, but recognizing how broken I was and not knowing how to respond. I would exercise and get by, but when I didn’t exercise I would gorge myself with food and spin myself into a deep depression that would usually last three days. I would begin to exercise again, which would help, but I still felt no joy in my life.