Sparkle
Gold Member
Ie... what made you put on weight? In the majority of the cases it's eating too much, and not exercising enough. But why do/did you eat so much?
For me, I was always an average sized child. I had a bit of a tummy, but I ate healthy foods, and it really was just a little puppy fat. I was 9st from the age of 11 - 14. I know that sounds a lot, but I developed quickly and had large breasts from a young age. I was in proportion. Unfortunately I got teased for being fat at school. I remember one day a few of us girls were discussing our weight with the guys, and we were all about the same - but one guy couldn't believe that I was the same weight as them. I must be heavier as I was so fat!
So I started comfort eating. But in secret, so that no one else could see me eat. Which turned into secret bingeing. Then I started to make myself sick, that only lasted a month though, I really didn't enjoy it and didn't have the 'will power' to keep putting myself through it!
I gradually got bigger and bigger until I was size 16 when I was going to college. Then I dropped out of college when I was 17 and started working. I lost about 2 and a half, or 3 stone in about 7 months. I was size 12/14 and happy! Then I met my ex, and didn't want him to think I was thinking about diets all the time (all the magazines tell you that guys don't like girls who are on diets all the time!
), so every now and then when I saw him in the evening, I'd have a take away with him - even though I'd had a cooked dinner at home already.
We started dating in the October (2002), in the February we moved far away from home and I was up to a 14/16. I can honestly say I wasn't happy with my ex, and had to fake it to everyone else whenever we visited relatives, or they visited us. I even faked my happiness with my ex. I was all alone (he worked very long hours), 250 miles away from family and friends... and so I turned to food again. By the August I was up to size 18. By Christmas 20... October of last year I was a size 24 and had been for a while.
I'm a very emotional eater. When I'm happy I eat, when I 'reward myself' it's with food (I hate clothes shopping), when I'm sad I eat, angry, eat, annoyed, eat, bored, eat... Every feeling/emotion under the sun... I eat.
The more I look in the mirror and hate what I see, the more I eat. I really don't know what I can do to stop this emotional link with food.
Any ideas, please write them on a postcard!
For me, I was always an average sized child. I had a bit of a tummy, but I ate healthy foods, and it really was just a little puppy fat. I was 9st from the age of 11 - 14. I know that sounds a lot, but I developed quickly and had large breasts from a young age. I was in proportion. Unfortunately I got teased for being fat at school. I remember one day a few of us girls were discussing our weight with the guys, and we were all about the same - but one guy couldn't believe that I was the same weight as them. I must be heavier as I was so fat!
So I started comfort eating. But in secret, so that no one else could see me eat. Which turned into secret bingeing. Then I started to make myself sick, that only lasted a month though, I really didn't enjoy it and didn't have the 'will power' to keep putting myself through it!
I gradually got bigger and bigger until I was size 16 when I was going to college. Then I dropped out of college when I was 17 and started working. I lost about 2 and a half, or 3 stone in about 7 months. I was size 12/14 and happy! Then I met my ex, and didn't want him to think I was thinking about diets all the time (all the magazines tell you that guys don't like girls who are on diets all the time!
), so every now and then when I saw him in the evening, I'd have a take away with him - even though I'd had a cooked dinner at home already.We started dating in the October (2002), in the February we moved far away from home and I was up to a 14/16. I can honestly say I wasn't happy with my ex, and had to fake it to everyone else whenever we visited relatives, or they visited us. I even faked my happiness with my ex. I was all alone (he worked very long hours), 250 miles away from family and friends... and so I turned to food again. By the August I was up to size 18. By Christmas 20... October of last year I was a size 24 and had been for a while.
I'm a very emotional eater. When I'm happy I eat, when I 'reward myself' it's with food (I hate clothes shopping), when I'm sad I eat, angry, eat, annoyed, eat, bored, eat... Every feeling/emotion under the sun... I eat.
The more I look in the mirror and hate what I see, the more I eat. I really don't know what I can do to stop this emotional link with food.
Any ideas, please write them on a postcard!
