So how did I get to be so damned fat? Well. I like food. I’ve always had a sweet tooth. I’ve always been a “big” girl, all my life. I started putting weight on as a child and people said “oh it’s only puppy fat” but I never stopped. I kept eating too much, putting weight on, doing no exercise…
However, in order to stop being like that, I had to figure out what I was doing wrong.
Chocolate was my pick-me-up when I was feeling depressed. It almost scared me how much better I could feel after I’d eaten some… but it was a lot better, for a while, anyway. If it was that time of the month or whatever, or if I’d had a bad day, or… chocolate could be the answer whatever.
Lack of sleep was another reason I’d eat – to wake myself up. I naturally want to go to bed late, but school, jobs, etc etc have me waking up early and burning the candle at both ends, so to speak. I crash, energy wise, at various points in the day and food would give me an energy boost.
Plus I didn’t know how to stop – one packet of crisps (chips) would never be enough – it’d be two packets of crisps, some chocolate and some sweets for a snack… or replace one of those with some cake… thinking about it now makes me feel very uncomfortable, but that’s because I’ve learned about the magic of calorie counting.
Add all of those things to an aversion for exercise, and you get me. Or me as I was before I started making an effort.
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