Alia
Silver Member
All of us following the SW plan have food issues - maybe we eat for comfort or when we are stressed, maybe we eat just cause we love food, what ever it is, it's my belief that those issues had to start from somewhere.
I began putting weight on as a small child, pictures show me from the age of 3 deffinately more podgy than the other kids. I can't remember my weight being an issue to me then but I guess I was too young to even know I was different to the other kids.
Things started to go wrong for me, as far as I remember at around the age of 7. I used to get picked on really badly at school cause of my size and for what ever reason my mum thought the solution to that was to put me on a diet and send me to school with little more than a ryveta and an apple for a packed lunch - I clearly remember pinching pennys (actually dirhams cause we lived in dubai) and sneaking to the shop to buy sweets which were a huge no no in our house. I remember so clearly the day I decided I was going to have a school lunch, mmmm apple crumble and custard. I told my teacher I'd forgotten my lunch and she sent me off to the dining room along with the other kids. Just as I reached the front of the queue my mum appeared with my ryvetas to 'save' the day, I was so disappointed. The bullying got worse to the point where I got pulled out of the school and was sent to boarding school. Despite being overweight I was quite fit, always playing hockey and so on. My mum continued to have her influence on my diet even though I was in a different country to her - I was singled out even in the dining hall as due to my weight I was forbidden to have the lovely deserts that came every day after the main course. I was allowed to leave the dining hall and go and do piano practise so I did n't have to sit and watch them eat the puddings. On top of that, we used to have 50p a week to spend in the school tuckshop - I was n't allowed mine - till this day I clearly remember the shame of being singled out and excluded like that. This was my earliest memory of weight issues. The sad thing is, that in my mind and along with what my mum told me, I was huge when I went to boarding school but recent pictures that were found in a friends mothers house after she died, showed me big but not as big as my memory serves me and I feel a bit cheated by that. My next memory is of my mum putting me on the cambridge diet during school holidays when I was no more than 10 or 11. I do not believe that these things helped with my weight issues but infact made things a whole lot worse - I could go on and on about different things I went through as a child that I feel contributed to my weight issues of today but it won't solve things - I just know now is the time to change my whole life and my whole relationship with food, quite simply I have to otherwise in another 5 years I'll be one of those people that are so big they are confined to their beds and life is on a huge downward spiral. I've got 6 children, I intend to be around to see all of them married and provide me with grandchildren (one or two each thanks kids, can't knit that many baby blankets if you have more than that lol)
I began putting weight on as a small child, pictures show me from the age of 3 deffinately more podgy than the other kids. I can't remember my weight being an issue to me then but I guess I was too young to even know I was different to the other kids.
Things started to go wrong for me, as far as I remember at around the age of 7. I used to get picked on really badly at school cause of my size and for what ever reason my mum thought the solution to that was to put me on a diet and send me to school with little more than a ryveta and an apple for a packed lunch - I clearly remember pinching pennys (actually dirhams cause we lived in dubai) and sneaking to the shop to buy sweets which were a huge no no in our house. I remember so clearly the day I decided I was going to have a school lunch, mmmm apple crumble and custard. I told my teacher I'd forgotten my lunch and she sent me off to the dining room along with the other kids. Just as I reached the front of the queue my mum appeared with my ryvetas to 'save' the day, I was so disappointed. The bullying got worse to the point where I got pulled out of the school and was sent to boarding school. Despite being overweight I was quite fit, always playing hockey and so on. My mum continued to have her influence on my diet even though I was in a different country to her - I was singled out even in the dining hall as due to my weight I was forbidden to have the lovely deserts that came every day after the main course. I was allowed to leave the dining hall and go and do piano practise so I did n't have to sit and watch them eat the puddings. On top of that, we used to have 50p a week to spend in the school tuckshop - I was n't allowed mine - till this day I clearly remember the shame of being singled out and excluded like that. This was my earliest memory of weight issues. The sad thing is, that in my mind and along with what my mum told me, I was huge when I went to boarding school but recent pictures that were found in a friends mothers house after she died, showed me big but not as big as my memory serves me and I feel a bit cheated by that. My next memory is of my mum putting me on the cambridge diet during school holidays when I was no more than 10 or 11. I do not believe that these things helped with my weight issues but infact made things a whole lot worse - I could go on and on about different things I went through as a child that I feel contributed to my weight issues of today but it won't solve things - I just know now is the time to change my whole life and my whole relationship with food, quite simply I have to otherwise in another 5 years I'll be one of those people that are so big they are confined to their beds and life is on a huge downward spiral. I've got 6 children, I intend to be around to see all of them married and provide me with grandchildren (one or two each thanks kids, can't knit that many baby blankets if you have more than that lol)