Wow, well, here goes!
As a kid I was always really skinny- I remember in year 7, when the girls in my year started to become aware of their weight and figures, people used to say I had an amazing figure and that I was really lucky. The next year, one of my friends became seriously ill (she sadly died a year and a half later) and I guess from the start of year 8, I began the cycle of comfort eating. I suppose that ws the first trigger - and the fact there was a tuck shop selling all sorts of chocolate, sweets and crisps very cheaply ever lunch break definitley didn't help matters! Before then I had little access to sweets, apart from the occasional treat my mum would buy me. I piled on the weight, and don't know how heavy I ws, at my heaviest, but i was huge by the age of 15 (probably over 11 stone by the time I'd stopped growing, but I never checked). I managed to lose a bit of the weight, then before 6th form I lost a load more. By the time I got to university, I'd reached just under 9 and a half stone and was feeling pretty confident about myself. I was getting loads of attention from guys - I was asked out three times within my first term of uni -- this is coming from the girl who had one boyfriend, who I never had a proper relationship with at all.
Of course, university = bad eating for most, and although I can cook fairly well, and know a fair few healthy recipies from my mum's amazing teaching, I lived with a flat of junk food lovers, and ended up living off chicken kievs, chinese takeaways, ben and jerrys and similar sorts of food. When I did cook for myself, I'd cook too much - but had nowhere to store it, so would overeat insead of throwing away or saving the remains. My weight rocketed up and up - and for some reason, even though I could see my weight going up on the scales to 10 stone...10 and a half...then nearing on 11 (although I never quite reached it!) - I didn't do anything. I guess the temptation of all the other food around me was too much - ten people eating all this sort of food is lot of pressure!!
Anyway - I want to get back to the weight I was before uni, and lose a fair bit more on top of that because I still wasn't entirely happy at that piont! I've been single since that ex, back when I had just turned 17, and haven't even been on a date since (or even kissed a guy since the summer before uni) - I know that shouldn't be an issue, but it is!
More importantly, I want to get my confidence back. With that, hopefully I'll be able to have a successful career - because let's face it, the more confident you feel, the more convincing you are.
The weird thing is, I can look in a mirror and not see a fat person. It depends on the day. Sometimes I look in the mirror and think..yes, I could lose a few, but I'm not too bad. I'd guesstimate my weight around 10 stone on those day - but then hop on the scales and they'd say something completely different (often these are the weeks I've put on weight).
I know my biggest vice is sugar. Through eating so much chocolate and sweets, I've developed something of an addiction to it and need to curb that. I've managed to lose 6lbs in a week through just stopping eating sugary foods (and fatty foods) - but as soon as I start again, I'll put it straight back on.
So thats my story in a very long winded and boring way (congrats if you managed to get to the end!)
p.s. Taz- raisins are also very very much out!!! Hahaha! NEVER again!