Here are before and after images of me on the "Hit your head on a windshield, develop depression and anxiety, take medications that don't work, and sink into a crazy rollercoaster ride of bingeing, fasting, activity, inactivity, and who knows what else" Diet. September 13th will be the anniversary of the car wreck- I ballooned in weight very shortly after it due to inability to stay active and exercising, and kept it on due to The Rut. It IS coming off- it was a LOT worse, but there's a very LONG way to go yet. I haven't been able to wear the dark-colored dress in three years, with OR without any kind of miracle, iron-clad support system under my clothes. I don't think I'll ever be skinny again, but I can try to at least TRY to get into a reasonable size and lose those gigantic batflap arms by dancing for exercise.