So, I was reading a thread in another forum about how someone would rather shove a coffee enema where the sun doesn’t shine for 20 days straight rather than take dieting and exercise advise from one who has “been there,” so to speak.
Of course, now I can’t FIND the thread to link… :smack:
ANYWAY…
This got me thinking. About me and how I have been handling MY own weight issues over the last almost 12 or 13-ish years.
Here’s some background on me, hopefully you all don’t die of boredom before you finish reading.
I was a skinny kid. Tiny, even. My gramma used to tell me I had “chicken legs,” or had “stickball bats dangling from my ass.” We would laugh and think it was funny - and it was. It was gramma and she spoke her mind. No big, really. Fast forward to around 2nd grade. Suddenly, I began the “baby fat stage.” Or thats what gramma liked to call it. The kids in school never really made fun of me, and the kids in the neighborhood didn’t either - but I think that was only because there was another girl fatter than me in the neighborhood - so all they could use to pick on me was my last name. For some reason, that used to send me home crying. But no one ever picked on me because of my weight. Ever.
By the time 8th grade started, I was on Weight Watchers. I asked to be put there - no one forced me, and I didn’t have a weight-obsessed mother (although she’s been on WW for as long as I can remember, and has been at her “goal weight” for at LEAST 20 years now). But she would go with me to meetings, and help me with the food and measuring and all the fun stuff. By the time 8th grade dance rolled around, I was a slim 115 pounds - down from 140-ish if memory serves.
I stayed there for a long long time, putting on MAYBE 10 pounds at best. I hovered around 115-125 all through HS and into college. Freshman 15? Pfft. No big. Gained and lost it. Graduated college in 1996.
And so it began…
Since 1996, I’ve probably gained 100 pounds - I blame some stress, but mostly I just ate my way through the last 12 years. If I LOST 100 pounds, I’d probably still be considered overweight, but I’d look smokin’.
My body tends to distribute weight in a way that it doesnt really show the TRUE poundage. But between the years of 1996 to about 2004, I must have tried every, and I do mean EVERY gimmick on the market: phen-fen, OTC pills, low-carb, high-carb, no-fat, low-fat, high-protein, working out like an obsessive maniac. You name the popular diet programs, I’ve done them - oddly, WW STOPPED working for me when they switched to the Points system. Went to doctors, specialists, and “medical weight loss” joints. I get to the first 20 pounds, and my body just…gives up. Then I give up, and I’m depressed for months. 
I’m not sure what my point here is - I guess I’m tired of trying. But this time, I kinda feel I HAVE to. I’m getting married in April 2009. I feel like I need to do this for ME (and for the sake of my pictures, haha). Luckily, my fiancee met me the way I am, and god love the crazy blind bastard, loves me for me - fat or otherwise. Easy for the skinny-minnie that HE is to say.
I think I’m just tired of failing. I’m tired of being this way, but it seems that nothing works for me anymore. I find myself sometimes looking for that “Magic Pill,” and I hate myself for that. I’m not motivated, I hate exercising - I’m basically my own worst enemy in the battle of the bulge. I havent been to a doctor in about 3 or 4 years (no insurance) so I have no way to know if it’s medical - I just feel like SOMETHING is off. I almost HOPE there’s something wrong with me so that it will all make sense in my head.
Yes, I know - the nacho’s didnt MAGICALLY work their way into my digestive tract, I’m not THAT delusional. 
I guess I just want to know - for those in a similar situation - what got you motivated? How did you beat the “demons” and come out on top? I’m slowly getting to the “giving up” point and resigning myself to the fact that I just may stay this way - but at the same time, I really don’t want to. See? Told you - I’m my own worst enemy.
Help? Or at least slap me into rational thought?