The only thing I did over the summer was lose 35 pounds. That's it. Did I waste the time I had?
It's worth noting that I was in hellish misery the entire time due to many regrets that happened before summer. So not only was I under the stress of a very difficult caloric deficit, but my emotions and inner monologue were intensely angry and self-destructive.
I look back with some regret at not having been more productive, yet I also feel like I should be satisfied with how I did considering how terrible my place in life actually is right now.