Hi
I used to post here before but it's been nearly a year and I don't remember my username/password/email so...
Anyway, this is my story:
My name is Elizabeth and I'm nineteen years old. I was never thin as a child and it just got worse as I got older. By the time I was fifteen, I was 315 pounds. I realized that I did not want to weigh that much, so I decided to lose weight. I managed to drop 65 pounds in about three or four months. I was so happy. Then, my grandmother had a stroke. We were very close and it nearly killed me to see her like that. What was worse is that I ended up watching her die. There are no words to describe how awful that experience was to me. After that, I didn't CARE. I wanted to die. So I sat around doing nothing and ballooned up to 350 pounds. Things didn't get better until after by best friend moved in with me and my family. Even then, however, things weren't great. THere was a lot of turmoil for a while for reasons I won't get into. But I had my best friend and college and I was on high. I was taking five classes and I was on top of the world. My friend found a boyfriend and ended up moving with him and I was happy for her. I still had school and things were still great. But, then I had a nervous breakdown brought on by an undiagnosed mental illness: bipolar disorder. I ended up dropping out of college. Which halted my weight loss. I was so upset. Now, a few months later, I'm working on getting my life back in order. My medicine is finally evening out and I'm feeling better. Now I'm ready to tackle my weight loss again. I've already lost about twenty pounds. I'm going back to school next year and things are feeling a lot better now. Sorry for the long post and I know it's probably more info than anybody needed, but it feels good to post all this.
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