Share the REAL reasons why you're fat (or too thin)

I started writing this massive story and realized that I could paraphrase. I've always been a bigger girl. I never really fit in with the kids I went to school with. I was definitely a comfort eater. I can definitely say that that has ended. It certainly has been difficult, but it's working for me and I'm liking the results

I don't remember the last time I wasn't tired. When I'm tired I eat. I think this is both emotionally and physically tired. Can get 12hrs sleep and still manage to feel tired. At least I've found a connection. Recognition is the first step.

Depression.
Anxiety.
Overly busy. (Honor Roll, Deans list, Academic honors at UW, working on top of classes).
Lack of movement. (Almost) no history of sports, physical fitness.
i LOVE mayo.
I LOVE beer, wine, whiskey.
so... obviously... weight gain.

Amazing how eating healthy foods helps how I feel while exercising decreases my stress/anxiety and helps with my depression. Plus, loosing weight is a good feeling and you start to like what you see in the mirror a lot more.

Wish I had started this journey a lot sooner.

I'm not really fat or thin; I'm somewhere in the middle, but, ever since 10th grade and an eating disorder, I've only been able to see myself as fat. During my recovery, I ate my emotions away because I couldn't stand the sight of growing bigger (even though it was needed) and ironically turned to food for help.
Now, I'm learning to see myself for what I am: me. I am not fat nor thin, though I'm hoping to tone up and lose a few pounds for the upcoming summer season (starting early!). It's good to be on this website where people aren't just plain obsessed with getting thin (or at least not everyone is) and a lot of the focus is on eating healthier and accepting what is best for the body.

I became overweight 4 years ago when I was 21. I quit gymming coz I found it too boring and some financial loss and major depression made me order chinese and other such junk to deal with the trauma so I went from a 55 kgs to 78 kgs. I am 73 kgs now and aiming for 63

Both of my parents are fat and have no real desire to change that, and it was reflected in the food that was prepared in the house. I never went over 200 until my 3rd and last pregnancy though, so I still had a little control over myself. When the weight didn't fall off in my 3rd pregnancy like it had in the previous two, that was kind of my wake up call that I had to break old habits that had been instilled in me since birth and it's hard. Now my mom who is 60 years old and can barely move is asking me to shower her how to do some simple moves yet she never utilizes the information I give her. Seeing the state she is in is such a motiviation to NEVER be like that.

Also, while I was married, every time I tried to do something to better myself (go back to school, start working out, ANYTHING) my husband at the time would try to sabatoge me any way he could. If it was guilt tripping me for not spending enough time with him or cutting me down and telling me I'll never do it and I never finish anything I start, he had some way to manipulate me. that's all over now though and he HATES that he's lost control to the point where he's hit rock bottom in his life with no one to be co-dependent with.

I ate too much and moved too little. Got fat Got depressed about being fat. Ate more. Moved less. Got fatter. Repeat ad nauseum.

Ditto.

I was in shape throughout most of high school, then I got pregnant at 17. Gained like 65 ish pounds I think (I avoided scales). Had my baby, went trough a break up with his dad. Started hating myself really so that I just didn't really care anymore. Then I was in "fat denial" didn't think I was big and so forth. Then one day my mom is like you're not the person you used to be you need to work on loving yourself. So I thought about it looked at pics decided I was really fat. And got into eating semi-healthy and working out.. I'm 53 lbs down and only 20 more to go (:

injury and menopause.
Two things I was quite powerless over.
Working on getting moving again and being accountable for what goes in my mouth.
Inventorying your food is just like inventorying your self. You never really have to face the music or the truth until you see it in black and white. Hard to deny how much your're eating if you're writing it all down.
This is the best thing that's happened to me in a while.
So thanks friend for sharing it with me.

This

Ate too much, moved too little haha pretty basic

As a kid, all through elementary school I was overweight. What I weigh now, is what I weighed in grade 4 - embarassing. My parents were extremely overweight (still are, but my mom is now eating healthier and has been losing weight!) and ate very unhealthily, and because I was a child and didn't know anything about calories, good vs. bad food, I ate what my parents ate. We didn't exercise, my dad wouldn't even let me go outside after school to play (I feel he was emotionally/mentally abusive but that's a whole other story). Anyway, I kept gaining weight throughout school, and was made fun of constantly. I kept saying in grade 7/8 I wanted to lose weight and I would try but when your parents cook your meals and don't allow you to cook by yourself, what can you do, I was trapped into eating their unhealthy food. Finally in grade 11 I couldn't take it anymore - I was overweight, I knew people secretely laughed at me, I was unconfident, didn't know what I wanted to do after high school, and my dad and I weren't getting a long at all and homelife was getting increasingly worse. This is the point where I broke. I had ben taking dance since grade 7 and decided it was time for change. I took gym class everyday, came home and worked out for 5 hours a night on top of dance classes and work. Weekends all free time went to working out, and I barely made 800 calories a day. I became very thin, 113 pounds for 5'6 female and kept losing, felt guilty if I ate, so I didn't. Eventually I injured my hamstring and pelvis to the point I couldn't walk. Thus, I had to quit dance, couldn't work as much and spent more time at home with the father I always fought with.

My lack of eating caused me to become very ill and I had to be hospitalized for a month to re-balance my body. After that I graduated high school, and my dad passed away a week later. I started to gain the weight back I had lost, but I went to university and that's where I gained the freshman 15. But then I just kept gaining because I didn't care anymore.

This time, I'm trying to lose weight - but am attempting to do it in a more healthy, sustainable way. However, I do often find myself feeling guilty for eating, and wanting to exercise more than I should, it''s hard to find the balance.

When I got pregnant with my first son I was 18 and stupid, I had gained 40 pounds on birth control to prevent my little surprise (Though I love him more than anything in the world) I thought that every pound I gained would be baby weight so I should eat any and everything I want while I can. I got up to 222 pounds with him and couldn't get back down past 180 after having him because I wouldnt refuse extra servings, junk food, sodas, and fast food. Then I got depressed because I didn't like who I seen in the mirror and knew I needed to change. I got pregnant with my 2nd son and watched the food I ate only gained 28 pounds with him (50 with the 1st) and now I am watching what I eat even closer.

I ate a lot of unhealthy items because it was easier to pull into a drive through then go to the grocery store.

Ate whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, drank ALOT and stopped playing college sports...

Even with working out at least three times per week, can't seem to give up a couple of diet drinks per day, Quick Trip donut, or peanut butter and crackers.