Never give up, even when you are not doing well

Clearly i have been struggling, i joined MFP January of 2015 and i have not been successful.... Yet. My motto has always been to never give up. Only lost a couple pounds this month instead of ten, that is ok, just do not give up. Can't do the exercise you used to because of an injury, that is ok, just don't give up. Actually gained weight when you were supposed to lose.... Not ok! But do not give up. One year and ten months later, started to lose the weight again... This is why i never give up. I am at my lowest weight for the year as of this morning and i have renewed hope in myself. Let me be clear though, this years "lowest weight" used to be my lifetime highest weight, so i still have a long, long way to go in this "journey", but i am not giving up, especially now, because my faith has been renewed! A little over two years ago i suffered a terrible injury when i was hit by a car while riding my bicycle; and even though i didn't want to, i got very depressed. Also, i hit the back hard (and i mean REALLY hard) on the windshield of her jeep, and even though i had a helmet on and the MRI showed no physical injury, i do believe i suffered some mental disfunctions, over the past couple years i had trouble retaining information, i couldn't sing anymore (of all things, LOL!) and i couldn't cook anymore. I literally had to throw my food in the trash because it tasted like absolute rubbish - I just went to McDonald's a lot (not a healthy option even by a long shot). I WISH i had not gone down this path of depression and destruction; i really thought that, since my life had been spared on the road that day that i would never be depressed. What could possibly be so bad when you get to wake up in the morning and breathe life and kiss your loved ones? What could be so bad about a stupid knee injury when people suffer from terminal illness? So what if you can't run and dance and jump for joy, at least you got that car?!? I wish it had been that easy, i have told myself these things every freaking day since August 23, 2014, and.... Well, every day hasn't been a good day, but i am happy and grateful and just keep trying to be a better me than i was the day before. Last month i started cooking again and the food has been edible, last week my doctor told me i may be able to run again if i lose the weight, last night i danced at our annual Masquerade Ball and i could dance much better than i did last year. Time will heal these wounds, i just need to be patient