Yeah, Nick, that's hilarious!

And Klaus, I gained a LOT of weight too. I used to be a size 6/8 (depending on the brand) and now I have a closet full of cute clothing that I can't even try on!! (At the worst point, I had lost all muscle mass and still weighed more than 50 lbs more than I did at the time of the accident.)

And I'm one of those chicks that is really into clothing and fashion - this has been a difficult thing for me to let go of. Not only can I not fit into the cute clothing I already own, but because I've been out of work for so long I can't afford new cute clothing in the appropriate size anymore. So I feel bad about how my body looks and I feel bad about how my clothing looks.

This mTBI has been an interesting trip down the road of what my self esteem consists of. I felt bad about myself for not working or being productive, I've felt bad about how much help I needed, I have felt bad about the way I look, I have felt bad about the speech impediments I've had to deal with and I have felt bad for not being "as smart" or as quick as I was before the accident too.

But my boyfriend is AWESOME, because even when I was at the heaviest I've ever been in my entire life about a year ago, he said that I still looked good.

I'm losing weight, though, just as slowly and surely as I'm still getting better. This has just been such a looooong process!!