What made you fat?

Eating as if I was running 6mi/day and swimming 2mi/day, but not running or swimming.

CSARdiver wrote: »

Eating as if I was running 6mi/day and swimming 2mi/day, but not running or swimming.

This. Today is the first day I've actually ran, I'm a really fast walker/slow jogger every other day. But I ran today, and it was brutal, worth it, but brutal. But damnit I ran without passing out so I'm happy! Also, hopefully this exercise that I've neglected, as well as counting calories which I never did before because I didn't care (see previous comment), will help me reach my goal in a healthy way.

A mixture of things. Mostly myself, but I think more so defensively. I ate and ate and ate. I had an abusive boyfriend, and the more I ate, and more I gained, the less he hit me, and the less he spoke to me. I think because I was doing the harm to myself, hating myself for him. Eventually he was embarrassed by me, and no longer wanted to be with me because there was nothing left to break in me.

NOT ANY F***ING MORE!!

Meeting my husband and eating with him. He's a big guy. Played college football and can really put it away. I didn't pay attention to what I was doing and ate along with him. I gained, he didn't. Then we had kids and I continued the trend of not paying attention in three pregnancies and have really payed the price for slacking off.

It was really a mixture of eating a lot of junk food at a young age, having no self-control and emotional eating.

In our house growing up, we ate seconds and thirds, until the pans were empty. I grew up unable to distinguish a proper portion size because my parents hated leftovers. We would Eat until there was no more. We ate until our sides hurt and then we laid around and watched TV. Really hard to break that cycle as an adult.

Growing up, at a very young age (3), my mom would go off to work and my dad would watch me. He had no idea how to entertain a toddler. So when I asked for food out of boredom he'd obliged. This got paired with both parents not understanding portion size, a mom who would give me whatever I wanted, and intense bullying for my height that caused me to depression eat. As I got older I just didn't care. I ended up gaining some muscle in my shoulders on a camping trip w my dad from swimming so much and that started my health kick

Pasta and bread. I cannot stay away from them.
Still have them pretty much everyday, but I've found balance now. Moderation is key.

Stress led to me overeating and drinking too much. Chronic illness and injuries whenever I pushed my limits with activity, be it exercise or just being in a job that was too much for me, also contributed. But mostly it was comfort eating and drinking beer to try to relax and forget. That's the trap I have to be very careful to avoid.

Cutting off my nose to spite my face, laziness, and stubbornness.

I was normal weight through high school, but like many teenage girls, I obsessed about it. I bounced in and out of diets, and lost the same 10 lbs over and over again.

Once I was out of school, I was broke, tired and angry. (You know the usual angsty) I decided that my relationship with dieting was unhealthy mentally for me, threw out my scale and flat out ignored my weight for the next 18 years, over which I managed to put on 125 or so lbs.

When I was still broke, I ate a lot of ramen, pasta and cheap starches, which started the gain. When I was not broke, I found I really LIKED ramen, pasta and junk food. Especially since I could now season it with meat and the occasional vegetable. I let the bad eating habits continue for the next several years, combined with my favorite hobbies/interests, which are all sedentary (reading, leatherworking, video games etc)

The latest Doctors appointment brought up some concerns, not with the weight, which I'd been ignoring the last few times it had been brought up but other markers like cholesterol, blood sugar etc. That was the reason needed to actually start working at taking it off again.

I'm overweight. By a bunch, but I'm not ashamed of my body, or my looks. I'm losing weight to fix the health issues that are beginning to crop up as I get older. While I could always follow a recipe, I'm now learning to actually cook, and forcing myself to do it every day.

Consistently taking in more calories than my body burned. The same way most of us gained weight. I absolutely loved food (still do) and poor self control took over for most of my teenage years and into young adulthood. The result: about 30 excess pounds. It was such a relief realizing that I could still enjoy food and indulge while getting down to my goal weight.

The thought of eating 2000 calories makes you cringe? Yikes - good luck with maintenance when you get there, because that's likely what you'll have to eat to stay where you want to be. The thought of eating 1500 calories per day makes me cringe - my idea of a strict cut, which is what I'm doing now, involves 1700 calories 6 days per week and 2000 calories once per week. Any less than that and I'd be one hungry, cranky girl.

I was always the chunky kid. Not the biggest one, but always stocky and solid. It didn't get really out of control until I had my first baby at 25. I gained 100 lbs, Which put me at 250 lbs. I'm 5'3. I've been on a roller coaster of losing and gaining the same 80 lbs now for almost 10 years with each pregnancy. Oh, and I got fat by eating too much, of everything. I'm on the downward trend this time. For good.

AgentOrangeJuice wrote: »

Living in new jersey, I ate pizza, cheesesteaks and hoagies every day of my life. I was 205 lbs from high school through 27 years old. I move to the midwest and started eating corn fed everything and i blew up to 300 lbs. science.

Right there with you in NJ. I ate lots of the same stuff you did, cheesesteaks, pizza, etc. I'm not going to lie, I still love that food, and will never give it up completely, but it has to be as a special treat, not a daily routine, and portion control is needed. But Jersey, the Jersey Shore, Philly, etc..there is a ton of great tasting(and really bad for you) food

Up until age 18, I was slim, had a nice body (mind you In my head I was fat), and at 5'9 I was a size 6-8. At 19 I started working in the restaurant business and was able to afford my own unhealthy foods and I was regularly eating white castle, papa john's, McDonald's, etc etc. It was like that up until 5 months ago, when I saw a photo of myself and realized how big I'd really gotten and at that point I was 218 pounds.