hello everyone. I'm new here, this is my very first post. There may be others here like me, maybe not. I haven't heard much about this, so not such how common it is.
Here it is in a nutshell----
I am 48 years old--over weight-- I am female 5ft 3in and 280lbs, size 28. How I got to where I'm at, you're wondering?? I spent half of my teen years and ALL of my 20s being anorexic (and some of my early 30s). I got down to a womans size 3 and then a little girls junior size 12. I was down to 89lbs. My eating habits never changed, but in my 30s, instead of keeping the weight off by starvation---it backfired on me and I started gaining weight!! Even know, I still skip meals--either eat one time a day and very little at that, or go several days without eating---trying to get this off. At one point, I had started walking and walked 5 miles a day--7 days a week (and NOT eating)--lost 30 lbs, that put me at 250 BUT I could not get below that---it seems that if I eat, I gain and its very frustrating. Plus, I can eat very little and feel really bloated.
I would really love to find someone that has been through exactly the same thing that I have, and can tell me what they did to lose the FAT. I am strong and have never had a problem with will power. The feeling of being thin, far outweighed the satisfaction of eating and getting full. Yet for several years now, I have been messed up. all of those years of starving myself and not eating properly has come back to haunt me.
Long story---but--My eating disorder resulted from my father making comments to me as a teenager, about my weight. I had his approval when I was thin and 'beautiful'...but when I got fat, I stayed away from him and was embarrassed for him to see me fat--I knew he would say something, look down on me and disapprove. (I was in the military--and lived in another state from him). I once stayed away 14 years because of me not wanting to deal with him seeing me fat. I would not meet up to his standards. I would be an embarrassment to him. so I just stayed away. when I finally got the courage to go back and see him, it was exactly as I thought it would be. digs on my weight. it would be five years after that before I would go back and see him again, and that would be because he was on his death bed. It sucks, it really does.
anyone here been in my shoes?? or even ONE of my shoes and has dealt with part of my situation??? thanks much.
the silent sister






