brazenlysasse
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Hi all, i just wanted to share a bit about what is involved with my battle of weight loss. I know that everyone has a story behind why they struggle with it so much. I've not shared mine with many and i think that is why I have a hard time commiting myself to the process of losing weight. So, I hope its ok that I share here, because i think it might help me and hopefully anyone else that can relate.
When I was growing up, I was in an extremely unhealthy enviroment. My dad was quite verbally and mentally abusive to my older sister and I. She is 10 years older than me, and was always very slender and pretty. My dad acused her of terrible things at a young age because of her looks. From the time I was 2 or 3 my dad would force feed me and tell me I needed to be 'fattened' up so there would be no chance of me being loose like my sister ( not the words he used, but im sure you can imagine). Food became a tool to me because if I ate lots it made him happy. (looking back now i see how sad that is) My sister is the most gentle and sweet person I know and we couldnt be closer but she feels responsible for the fact that my weight is over 300 pounds. She on the other hand has to remind herself to eat. When I start to lose weight, i begin to panic and completely sabotage my own efforts. When friends start to notice that im looking good or even if i notice, my heart rate goes up, because in the back of my head i can hear him telling me to do as he says. I phoned my sister a couple weeks ago and told her that i quit TOPS (a weight loss group)... "another effort failed" I said her. She began to cry and asked me, when was I going to let dads abuse stop? I was so shocked by what she said and realized that I have been using this as an excuse to continue to fail. At some point I had to stop his abuse. I have to realize that I am soooooo completely worth the effort and that this is the time that you find out who your friends and real family are, because they support you through the good times and the bad times.
So, thats why I am here, to listen to other peoples stories and see their struggles and successes. To realize that no one has to struggle alone if they choose not to.
thank you for letting me talk,*it felt really good* I hope it was ok that i told part of my story
Michelle
When I was growing up, I was in an extremely unhealthy enviroment. My dad was quite verbally and mentally abusive to my older sister and I. She is 10 years older than me, and was always very slender and pretty. My dad acused her of terrible things at a young age because of her looks. From the time I was 2 or 3 my dad would force feed me and tell me I needed to be 'fattened' up so there would be no chance of me being loose like my sister ( not the words he used, but im sure you can imagine). Food became a tool to me because if I ate lots it made him happy. (looking back now i see how sad that is) My sister is the most gentle and sweet person I know and we couldnt be closer but she feels responsible for the fact that my weight is over 300 pounds. She on the other hand has to remind herself to eat. When I start to lose weight, i begin to panic and completely sabotage my own efforts. When friends start to notice that im looking good or even if i notice, my heart rate goes up, because in the back of my head i can hear him telling me to do as he says. I phoned my sister a couple weeks ago and told her that i quit TOPS (a weight loss group)... "another effort failed" I said her. She began to cry and asked me, when was I going to let dads abuse stop? I was so shocked by what she said and realized that I have been using this as an excuse to continue to fail. At some point I had to stop his abuse. I have to realize that I am soooooo completely worth the effort and that this is the time that you find out who your friends and real family are, because they support you through the good times and the bad times.
So, thats why I am here, to listen to other peoples stories and see their struggles and successes. To realize that no one has to struggle alone if they choose not to.
thank you for letting me talk,*it felt really good* I hope it was ok that i told part of my story
Michelle