I guess that's really the only way to say it. I was in second grade the first time someone made fun of my weight and not much has changed in the 25 years since then. That's not what made me come here, though. I don't much care who makes fun of me these days. What I care about is getting healthy.
The biggest obstacle in my way is myself (har har har). I'm an addict in every sense of the word. I started sneaking food when I was nine. I graduated to drugs in my early 20s, but traded them in for binge drinking within a few years. In 2012, I passed out on my father's very public, very shared patio of his apartment complex and woke up there the next morning, so I traded in my binge drinking for food again. I was always fat (I haven't been below 300 pounds since middle school), but things are just out of control now. My highest weight was 520 pounds in 2013. I'm 458 pounds now, but it's taken me 2.5 years to get there because I keep sabotaging myself.
I started 2015 strong. I'd cut out fast food, soda, and most sweets. I still wasn't necessarily eating healthy, but I was making steps in the right direction. And then February 4, 2015, my best friend of 26 years (since first grade) unexpectedly died (due to weight-related issues, no less). What have I done since then? Cried a lot. Starved myself. Ate myself to the point that I thought I was going to die myself. Considered dying myself. Decided I didn't want anyone to have to move my dead fat butt.
I started 2016 strong, too. LCHF. And it worked (I dropped 15 of the pounds I've lost in the first two weeks of January). And then I sabotaged myself again. And every day just gets worse. Tomorrow is the anniversary of my friend's passing, and I am a mess. I have no support system. I have no friends. I have not left my house since two days before Christmas (and didn't even realize it until today) because everyone finds me an inconvenience (I don't drive and the people who keep offering to help me learn always bail when the time comes). I don't want to die, but sometimes I feel like it's the only way out of this mess.
Simply put, I'm 33 years old and I feel like I'm 133 years old. I haven't had a relationship in more than two years, I have no friends left, I do not go anywhere, and the only thing I've ever wanted in life is to be a mother, which I feel slipping further away with every passing year. This is my final cry for help. I am really hoping I find the support I need here because no amount of screaming or crying or begging has gotten my family to help me and I'm obviously not finding the willpower within myself yet.
I apologize for this incredibly emotional post. I don't really want to call it negative because I've done this once before (lost a large amount of weight) and I have hope that I can find the head space to do it again. I just need to know I have people in my corner.
Thanks for reading.


This is truly one of the most supportive, non judgemental sites I've ever seen. 