I haven't always been fat. I was like a size 8, and I used to think I was fat then. How I would kill for that now; but when you're an 18 year old girl - I think we all, unfortunately, think we're fat. Sad!
I had my son in May, 2000 and had the worst depression/bipolar experience that lasted 2 whole years. I took every medication available (i mean every) but to no avail. It packed on the pounds too, but food helped me. It was the only thing in the whole world that gave me a brief moment of escape from the pain; maybe even a moment of brief pleasure. I think now, almost 5 years from recovery, that it may have been one of the only things that kept me from doing the unimaginable.
Now for 5 yrs, I've been on auto pilot. Happy when I eat, planning meals, loving to cook and experiemnt with food, fininshing an entire serving of take out - when it can feed 3. The same as many of you. Our beginings and stories may be different, but I think we all suffer the same.
I was banded last week and I'm trying hard to figure out the new me. I'm holding on to the old me because she's familiar and safe; but I think I need to open up to my new world. Thank you all for letting hear your stories.