Ok, I've typed this before, but I keep deleting it before posting. Not this time (I hope).
I'll try to make it fast so I can post before I chicken out. I'm 18 (19 on July 7th) and since middle school I have suffered from eating problems. I was almost always considered medically overweight, but physically, I never looked it. I would go through months where I would end up eating less then 300 calories a day. I would lose weight quickly and then become very unhealthy and I would be left with no strength. Each time I would end up gaining the weight back, plus a bit more. The last time this happened, my friends helped me out of it...I guess. If I'm not supposed to say this, I'm sorry, but it is part of my problem. Anyways, after going through two boyfriends who tried to help me with it, I was single and with my friends. I started on drugs, nothing to hard, but what I did gave me the "munchies" and that is basically how I started eating again. Some how, all this eating never made me gain weight....until I quit everything that was bad for me, the drugs, the smoking, the drinking. I quit it all, overnight. I realized what I was doing and I just stopped.
The eating however, didn't. I had gotten used to eating such HUGE portions (I'm talking half a large pizza, AND breadsticks, at once). Along with this I was on depoprovera and I started gaining weight like crazy. I went from 165, to 251 in about a year. The first 50 lbs came on extremely quick, which led to horrible stretch marks.
Sorry, was getting off track. Basically, I moved to Virginia, from California, 7 months ago. I absolutely regret it, and cry about it sometimes. I miss my friends, I have no friends here...at all. Along with this, I have suffered from depression for the past 6 years or so, off and on. Before we moved I finally went to the doctor and was put on Prozac. I knew we would be moving and not have health insurance, so I asked for an extra bottle. I was given it, but it was stolen at the airport, never to see again. Which makes this move that much harder on me.
I'm sorry if I offended anyone with this post. But, what leads me to write this, is that I have been on a weight loss plan for 2 months and have lost 23 lbs. I am basically cutting my portions and calories. I was doing great, eating everything I needed to. Until I started noticing that "I wasn't hungry enough for that" so I started cutting more. I knew I needed to eat 1500 calories because of how much weight I want to lose (126 lbs all together), but somehow I just kept talking myself out of it. Last week I started skipping meals, to say the least I am a bit concerned. I feel weird, like I am watching me outside of my body. I can see what I am doing wrong, yet I just keep doing it. Maybe I just thought that if I put this in writing it would hit me. I'm not sure. All I know is I want this to be the last weight loss plan I do. I want to get to my goal weight of 125 and stay there. I am now at 228, I started at 251. I did very bad last week, so I am starting over. I need more fruits and veggies, I need more water. If this means I have to bring 3 servings of natural applesauce with me to eat at work, then so be it. At least I like it. (Did I forget to mention that I am extremely picky about food? I hate most food out there, which makes it difficult). So, I'm going to try this again tomorrow. I want to get back on track and get healthy. I think I am asking for help here.
-Meagan

and keep up the good work Princess!!!
First thing, if I may suggest is finding a good doctor, one you can talk to about your meds, mental state, diet, concerns, and your current situation #1.
.Heh, but really, it gives me more motivation, he met me while I was big, and I want to look even better when I go visit him this winter at VA Beach.