hexe
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The last few days I have been thinking about what has made me put on so much weight - yes I know it's eating , but I wanted to find out why.
I was a chubby teenager until the age of 15 when I lost all the pounds (didn't go on a diet, somehow just happened). I had two babies in my mid twenties and still fit into my 10/12 clothes no problem. I had my youngest child in my early 30s and was still ok after that. Hubby's job required us to move back to UK in 2007 and that's when the weight gain began. Slowly, but surely, all the way up to a size 14/16. I know to some it might sound pathetic to whinge about a size 16 clothes size, but it made a big difference to me. With the weight gain I became more and more unfit, a proper vicious circle, not helped by my diagnosis of fibromyalgia, taking a load of meds to continue to function.
Whenever the pain get really bad, may it be physically or psychologically, I crawl into bed or onto the sofa with some lovely food as a comforting companion.
I honestly believe I do some kind of self-medicating with food. This will be extremely hard to snap out off, but thankfully SW has the fab advantage that I can eat fruit till it comes out of my ears, so I have swapped the chocolate with fruit and it works really well for me - definitely psychologically, physically remains to be seen at WI tomorrow.
Maybe the recognition and acceptance of this will help me to stick to SW this time (unlike two years ago).
I was a chubby teenager until the age of 15 when I lost all the pounds (didn't go on a diet, somehow just happened). I had two babies in my mid twenties and still fit into my 10/12 clothes no problem. I had my youngest child in my early 30s and was still ok after that. Hubby's job required us to move back to UK in 2007 and that's when the weight gain began. Slowly, but surely, all the way up to a size 14/16. I know to some it might sound pathetic to whinge about a size 16 clothes size, but it made a big difference to me. With the weight gain I became more and more unfit, a proper vicious circle, not helped by my diagnosis of fibromyalgia, taking a load of meds to continue to function.
Whenever the pain get really bad, may it be physically or psychologically, I crawl into bed or onto the sofa with some lovely food as a comforting companion.
I honestly believe I do some kind of self-medicating with food. This will be extremely hard to snap out off, but thankfully SW has the fab advantage that I can eat fruit till it comes out of my ears, so I have swapped the chocolate with fruit and it works really well for me - definitely psychologically, physically remains to be seen at WI tomorrow.
Maybe the recognition and acceptance of this will help me to stick to SW this time (unlike two years ago).