Hi!

kaitcayt

I've been over weight since I was 10. I have not always been a big girl, but after having a big change in my life and being diagnosed with PTSD at the age of ten years old. I started binge eating. I would not eat for days and when I did eat. I ate until I was overly full. When I was in fourth grade I was the average weight for a nine year old, but I do not remember how much I weighed. When I started fifth grade I was taken away from my birth mother and put into a foster home. It was then I started to binge eat. I remember stepping on the scale that was in my foster parents house and being 129 pounds. The pounds kept rising each year. At first I only gained four or five pounds a year. When I was in with grade I started gaining fourteen to fifteen pounds every three months or so. Ninth grade rolled around and it was then I realized I needed to do something. I dieted, exercized, slept right, ect. I did everything I was suppose to do. I just could not lose weight. I kept trying and trying until I was in tenth grade almost eleventh. I decided to give up. To accept that I would never be pretty. That I would never feel comfortable in my own body. I stayed 181 for an entire year. Then senior hits, more stress coming on. I gain around 24 pounds and it put me at 205 pounds. I was fine for my weight for a little bit because I got taller and developed more. Last year, I was still a senior in high school. I became sick, we didn't know what was wrong. The symptoms weren't really bad, but it was effecting my every day life. I had head aches twenty four seven, wasn't able to breathe at times, and I had a terrible cough. After three months of this my mom(foster parents adopted me) took me to my doctor. He prescribed me a whole bunch of medication. The main one was prednisone. Not knowing at the time that this type of medication can make you gain weight. I took it for five months straight. It did make better, but I noticed I was gaining weight and I was gaining it fast. I asked my mom about the medicine and she told me that it can make you gain a lot of weight. I stepped on the scale this summer. I was 233 and about to be a freshman in college. I felt defeated and I just gave up. Now I'm here at my parents house on break and I'm at 250. This is my breaking point. I am tired of being the big girl. I am tired of hearing my parents talk bad about my weight. I know I am Fat. You don't have to tell me every time you see me. When I came home to visit a month ago and I was leaving. I hugged my dad and he told me that I need to lose weight. I nodded and said I know daddy. It hurt so much to hear him say that. I know it's truth. I'm nineteen years old, a freshman in college, and I'm 250 pounds. I WILL lose this weight and teach my goal. It's going to be tough, but I'm tired of avoiding mirrors and not able to wear cute clothes. Sorry for this long discussion. I needed to vent and put my story out. I hope y'all are having a nice night and Merry Christmas!

sstrack123

You can find a lot of great supportive friends on here. Feel free to add me if you like. I have an open diary and I am planning on doing a 90 day challenge in January. Good luck on your journey and remember that consistency is one of the biggest keys to success even if you are taking small steps!

LetsAllBeHappy

My hope for you is that you feel successful in all you do. Hang in there. I'm new to this and I would like to join you.