As I sit here and I just finished reading your post, I had tears in my eyes. I had a situation close to what you shared and I remember the same thing. In the midst of chaos, pain and confusion, I remember being embarassed because I was so overweight. It was in October of 1999, we had went to Nashville to see the Grand Old Opry. We had stopped off on an exit to get some gas and get something to eat. (of course) We were going through an intersection and a taxi cab came screaming down a hill into the intersection and hit the right front end of our car. We started spinning and ended up sideways in a ravine. The boys and dh were fine, but because we had just stopped to get gas and I knew we were just going down the street to Shoney's , I had got back in the car and not put my seatbelt on, so when he hit us, my head hit the windshield. I blacked out for a minute and then when I came to, blood was pouring out the top of my head. I couldn't see anything, because I was scared to open my eyes, all I could hear was voices all around me. Someone called the police and the fire dept and they actually laid me down in the front seat, put a board under my back and pulled me out of the car. When they were pulling me out, I was scared to death I would fall off the board and there were people all around me. They put me in the ambulance and took me to the nearest ER. Once I got there in the ER, they were moving me from the gurney to the ER bed and I remember hearing someone say, "I need some
lifting help."

Here I was, in the midst of this horrible ordeal, and I was totally embarassed and mortified that someone needed
lifting help. I am so tired of letting times like this be a part of my life. Times that I have sat in utter pain, because the seat I was sitting in was too small and the metal arms were digging into my legs, but I was too embarassed to say that I didn't fit. You would have thought the purple bruises all over the sides of my legs would have been enough to make me hear that "click." Or especially the time the little girl asked me, (in front of a doctors office full of people, mind you) if I could fit inside my house? Oh the things that overweight people endure.
I wish I had the answer to help us all figure out why it is that we eat, but I don't think it is really any ONE thing. I think every single person has a different reason. I don't think its just that we're emotional eaters, I think alot of it is because we simply just LIKE to eat. But aren't there so many other things in life that we would LIKE to do more? I don't know about you, but I would much rather go to the movie theatre and not worry about the size of the seat than to go to Dairy Queen and eat a banana split. It would feel so much better to go the amusement park and ride the rides with the boys that it would to go to McDonalds and scarf down a big mac.
Oh ladies......this is gonna be my year. This is the year I'm gonna shine! You mark my words...........this is IT! I promise you, 2003 will be the year that I get this weight off my body and I start living. The next time you hear me in here griping and moaning about how terrible my food has been, I ask you..........NO, I BEG you to please refer me back to this thread...........300+ And Ready To Try Again.......#260, so that I may read this post I am typing right now and I will get my rear back on track. But you know what, saying that in itself means I think there's a chance I might fail. But there is no chance of that............

Now, don't get me wrong. I will not be perfect. That's for sure. I will eat things that are probably not real good for me and I'm sure there will be weeks that I will gain instead of losing, but I am going to make a real and honest effort to watch every bite that goes into my mouth and take accountability for it all. This is the only body that I have and although I haven't treated it all that well in the past, it is not too late yet. I can and I WILL make a difference.
Wait and see!!!