always.

my dr's stuff shows them monitoring my weight from about 12 months old. :(

Until age 21 - normal (125-130lbs).

Age 21- 40 - Mostly around 140 (I felt fat! I was totally ok), with a few forays to the 150s.

Age 40-45 -I got down to 130, courtesy of first low-fat (Susan Powter!) and then Atkins.

45-50 - slowly crept up to a high of 185. I was totally miserable. Joined the gym and started spin classes, had some personal training sessions, and am on my way back to 150. I'd be totally happy at 150, but if I ever make it back to 140 I will be ecstatic, and I will ENJOY it!

So the short answer is... not that long. That's amazing to me - I feel as if I've been *on a diet* forever. But I weighed 140 for most of my adult life, which is fine for my height. I just wish I'd appreciated it!

I've yo-yo'd for much of my adult life, multi-year periods of being very slim followed by being heavy (about 20lbs overweight) followed by being a good weight again.

Other than when I was pregnant, I weigh more now than I ever have and have had ENOUGH! 20 years on this yo-yo ride and I'm ready to get off!

I used to think I'd been fat my whole life, but recently (in preparation for a family reunion) I've been looking at old family pictures. I was CUTE little girl! :) I had baby fat, sure, but I wasn't obese . . . then.

So in thinking back, I guess the first time I felt conscious of my weight and being bigger was in second grade, when we were all weighed in school - in public, in front of all our classmates. Good times. Then, by the time I was in the upper elementary grades I remember feeling fat and being teased by classmates.

When I think about those times, mostly I just feel sad and regretful - I wish my 8 year old self could have known that she was beautiful at any weight, and that an entire bag of Doritos was NOT a serving size!

I was a normal size kid, until I hit puberty and gained a fair bit of weight quite quickly.
I was able to lose some and maintain at a certain level which made me, because I was still growing taller, a normal size at 18.
A few years later I really started packing on the pounds and I have been doing the fatroll rollercoaster ever since then. I am now 50.

I remember being called fat in 2nd grade. My mom says that I wasn't fat till 3-4th grade. In school, I tried to lose weight twice. One time I developed anorexia. August 2007, I decided to change my life after ending a bad engagement. Now, I'm starting again after gaining half back and health problems.

I was always bigger than my sisters as a kid, and so they constantly called me fat. And I was always bigger and taller than kids at school too - I looked older. I remember going shopping with my Dad at 13, and the salesman thought I was my Dad's wife! :o But I dont think I became "fat" until 7th grade. I was wearing a size 5 in 6th grade, which is big for a 6th grader, but I just hit puberty early. Old men would honk at me when I walked from my house to the beach, and that scared me, and I think thats when I started to put weight on. I went from a size 5 to a size 13/15 in 7th grade, and just continued from there. I was up to 200 in 10th and 11th grade. I lost 25 lbs my senior year, just by being more active, and was 175 and a size 14, and I look at pictures, and think I looked ok. I was active, eating right, and wouldn't mind being that size/weight again. I was healthy and active.

When I met my now husband, thats the size I was. I became less active after school ended, and we ate out ALOT. And the lbs started to creep back on. I'd lose some, and then gain it and a few more back....

I hit my highest weight of somewhere in the 290s (I dont remember what it was exactly) at the end of 2006/beginning of 2007.

I feel fortunate that I've never had any health problems because of my weight. I'm healthy, but I know that cant last forever. Because of my heritage and my family history, I'm already at a higher risk for high bp and diabetes. Its funny though, when I go to the Dr, and they check my bp, they usually do it twice, because they are expecting it to be high, and it never is. I know with my body type and how I'm built, I'll never be skinny or thin. But I'd rather be an in shape healthy size 14 or 12 or something, than be the pushing size 26 I was a couple of years ago.

oops sorry this is so long! :o:o

I've been overweight my entire life. Literally. My mother never really restricted what we ate, so my brother and I just kept on eating. (It's not all her fault though obviously). That combined with not really exercising at all got me to be 256lbs. My brother has to be upwards of 350.

My whole life! My mom always jokes that the Dr put me on 2% milk when I was 6 mos. old (IHO that's not funny). Struggled with my weight all thru the school years - never really more than 20 pounds, though. However, problems really started after I started having children. I'm done giving birth so it's comin' off for keeps!:carrot:

I was chubby beginning 3rd grade. I lost it for middle school, high school and college--and was pretty well thin. I began gaining after I was married. I gained and lost huge amounts with both pregnancies but then began gaining when I stopped nursing.

Forever. I can't remember a time in my life my mother wasn't handing bowls of ice cream to my brothers while telling me I couldn't have one because of my "weight problem." I was always taller, faster, stronger than the other kids, and reached physical maturity pretty early, but I was too big as far as she was concerned. I'm pretty sure I developed a real weight problem because I was being told I had one for years. Now she compensates by telling me how great I look every time I visit--come on, I'm only ten pounds lighter than I was in middle school and not a half inch taller, but suddenly what was "fat" is "fantastic"?

Meh, I obviously have Mommy issues, but I love her all the same. She's a wonderful mother otherwise.

I think I was always a bit overweight. Alittle bit chubby here or there. I wasn't big on junk food growing up and we were always outside playing. My sister, brother and i have always been on the chubbier side. Which sucked because my mom was a twig. There were times that she was so thin she looked anorexic and i was afraid to hug her because she might break. But she really didn't have an eating disorder. and my aunt & cousin were skinny too they could have been models. and yet they all were obessed about their weight which always made me feel worse about myself.

I think it started getting bad the first time I lived with my birth father at 12-13. He was a nut. He surely did not have me eating healthy. I was home alone most of the day living off junk food and ramen noodles and wasn't allowed out of the yard!

The next year when I moved back with my mom I slimmed up a ton. I ate healthier and was walking everyday. I still thought I was fat though. I remember hating my body and my little tummy. Looking back I looked so thin and would kill to be that thin again lol. I had the hottest legs lol!

I moved back in with my dad & new stepmom at 15-16 and it was horrible. I had a step brother & sister now my age so I wasnt home alone and we weren't allowed junk food. But still the same restrictions about leaving the house which pretty much meant after chores I sat on my butt all day :( and the restriction on food i liked meant when given the chance i would pig out :(

I was very depressed then and it started a real downward spiral for me. I started putting on more and more weight. Tried losing it here or there but nothing really. I starved myself. I tried just chewing my food and then spitting it out trying to eh trick my mind into thinking i ate so i wouldn't be hungry i was dumb lol.

I moved back in with my mom but i was still so depressed and my eating habits were horrid. I would often eat an entire box of mac & cheese myself my favorite food.

When I was 20 things started getting a little bit better. I wasn't eating well still but I was walking which I always loved. My mom and me would walk every other day down to the library which was quite a bit away. I was feeling so much better.

But then I moved in with my husband. we moved from colorado where my family was to ohio. I didn't drive and didn't know anyone and we lived in like the middle of nowhere it felt lol i was home alone alot i wasn't working. i started getting bigger then for sure. Then we moved to his home town in ny and money was really tight. I still wasn't working and because of money issues we mostly would just eat pasta everynight sometimes! I probably put on most of my weight right then.

When i started working and we had more money the eating habits got worse with junk food and lots and lots of breads, pasta, and pizza. I started getting worse depression and almost never leaving the house :( sigh.

I always felt fat and huge and hated my body. I can look back at pics and go wow i looked good but at the time i didn't see it :( But yay things are finally getting better!

Since Hector was a pup...

Well, that's something my mother might say, but I was put on a skim milk diet at 3 months - so, yeah, I'd hafta say all of my 48 years. There were times during high school when I was in the 140's at 5'6", and thought I was huge! What I wouldn't give...

And the time in my late teens/early 20's I was on diet pills/heavy doses of caffeine and got down to :eek: the mid 120's - I looked like death warmed over. But along came sobriety/marriage to the right guy/and two kids - bring on the pounds! Now I am on a strong heading towards health - still have to get to 160's (eventually), but I feel I am on the better path. Slow, but steady.

My entire life. I'm 38. I don't have a memory of being a "normal" weight.

I've never felt comfortable with my weight. I was always very active and played sports, but I was always the one that needed the biggest size. My freshman year of college I was 211 pounds after a stint with nutri-system. That's the lowest weight I've seen as an adult. I was 250 when I got married 15 years ago and spent the last 15 years between 270-350.

I feel better now that I have felt in my adult life. I finally feel like I "get it". I'm learning what it takes to be healthy. It's hard work, but I am doing it. I will be "normal" and I will keep this up for the rest of my life. I am worth it! My family is worth it. I want it!!

:)

11 years!