by scarlet2507 » July 21st, 2008, 2:30 pm
Where to begin? Probably the beginning... I wasn't a fat kid. Well, let me rephrase... I wasn't a fat single-digit kid... haha.
I didn't start having problems with my weight until the summer of my 5th grade... isn't that weird that I can succinctly remember? I went through a traumatic haircut (can you believe that could trigger a food addiction? who knew?) I know it sounds silly but I was horrified that my mom took me to the hairdresser and chopped my hair off, boy-style... this coming from a girl that had hair below her butt!! I think that's when I began eating as a comfort. Not until real recently would I even admit to having any sort of food problem.... blaming everything else, except myself. 4 cruises in 5 years with my family after the haircut, well, you get the deal... everyone knows you indulge when you cruise, and boy did I.
My mom became really sick when I was in my soph/junior summer, almost near death. As a way to cope with her sickness, I ate. And everyone fed me. It's the way my family is... feed someone until it doesn't hurt anymore. I ballooned to about 250 lbs by the time I graduated high school. I believed I carried my weight well, because "no one" had a clue as to how much I really weighed, or so I chose to believe.
I kept steady with that weight, thinking I was happy with myself, when my dad died in a work-related accident. Ah, this is where I get the "poor you's" from everyone... your mom is bedridden with lupus, and your dad was electrocuted... you poor thing... let's comfort you with food. I refused to listen to the poor me's if and only because most people have crosses to bear, and most people lose their parents, it just happened when I was younger. Little did I know then, that my dad's death would trigger my somewhat dormant food addiction, and I guess rightfully so. I ate everything... anything anyone wanted to give me. 3 months after his death, at age 21, I weighed my heaviest at the time being 296 pounds. I was horrified. My younger brother was equally horrified as he saw the scale, I weighing more than him, and my embarrassment. I decided I needed to get thin by any means.
This meant unprescribed diet pills, starving myself, and just being really unhealthy. I'm a tax accountant, so I did all of this around tax season, when people wouldn't see how badly I was treating my body. I dropped 40 pounds, was back into my 16 jeans, and thrilled. I managed to keep that weight off for about 2 years (even though I have no idea how I did it!). Then in April 2006, we lost my mother, and I found myself in that same spiral of food. Eating when I wasn't hungry, eating late because I couldn't sleep, eating a lot, then going a day or two with nothing. I've been a nightmare, and only now can I take responsibility for what I've done to my 26 year old body.
I've tried everything and anything, as i'm sure most people do before getting on track. I refuse to go back into 20 jeans, therefore I've been bursting out of my 18 super stretchy jeans, and I've gotten rolls that have seemingly popped out of nowhere!! As I write this, I find myself at the highest weight I've ever been, and never thought I would get there... 307 pounds. It's ridiculous that i'm that heavy, in my eyes. I know most people have that one moment that it just clicks... I have one as well. I went to the DMV to renew my ID and I could not believe how fat my face was. I was truly horrified. Either I'm a great picture taker at home, or I've been in denial, which I'm sure it's the denial part!! So I came home, did some research and found medifast. I'm hoping with my whole heart it will help me re-establish a healthy relationship with food, and not use it as a crutch.
Hopefully you will read as I update my progress... and I swear, no more sob stories!! Only good stuff from here on out!! I placed my order on Saturday, so hopefully I will be back with an update a little later this week or early next.
Thanks so much for reading!!