I am young. Eighteen years on this planet, and not a single one have I lived "fit", or "skinny". I remember standing on the scale at a young age (12 approx.) and the number was high. I think that was the first time I felt like crap about myself. From that point on, my weight ballooned. The highest my weight has ever been was 262. I guess you can say I've been up and down since I was 16/17. I went from 262 to 190, then 190 to 230, then back down, then back up. I just stepped on the scale a few days ago, and I was 260. I was in disbelief. Since April of this year, I have been depressed. When I'm sad, I eat. My ex boyfriend of 6 months (I know, I know, not that long) had cheated on me with MULTIPLE girls. It was really heartbreaking. So I ate. And ate. Oh, and ate some more. It hurt me deep down inside. I didn't care about what I ate. And as soon as I stepped on that scale, I stopped and thought about what I could do differently.
I just don't know if I can do this. 100+ lbs to go...