I'm a mess. I've lost enough weight in my 32 years to build a small army. Gain 100 pounds, lose 100 pounds. Repeat.
Four years ago I weighed in at 365 pounds. It took a very unpleasant health scare to motivate me to lose weight and when I started, I became obsessed. I counted every calorie, starved myself, got loads of exercise, and ended up dropping 130 pounds, fast. I'm tall and at 235, I was pretty happy. Not feeling like I might have a heart attack at any moment didn't hurt either. My husband and I decided to start a family.
Now our Son is two years old. He is beautiful, but I'm right back where I was four years ago and then some. Now I'm scared again. Heart palpitations, tingling in my hands, and blood pressure that's slowly creeping up aren't even the worst of it. The anxiety is unbearable. When my Son cries out for me, all I can think about is what would happen if I dropped dead? He needs his Mommy and I won't be there. Who will take care of my baby and his Father?
I want to know why I put food before everyone and everything else in my life. Why have I done this to myself again? When will it stop? Why can't I be normal? My shrink doesn't know; she just prescribes more pills. Surely someone has the answer. If it's you, please speak up!



The pill-thrower you've got right now doesn't sound too helpful.
<-- that's a motivational carrot, I guess