I knew I was fat but haven’t stood in scales in three months, I weigh 22 stone 9 . I’m five foot 9 . Top size 26 bottom size 28 if I’m lucky .
I’m devastated, I’m only 30 years old .
I know why I’m big, it’s to do with childhood trauma and it was a comfort mechanism, but it’s out of my control now and I’m scared it’s going to kill me.
I have PCOS, and I struggle to walk sometimes, and I’m often out of breath and wheezing . Struggle to use seatbelts in cars . Struggle to turn over in bed at night and always wake up with a headache so I’m guessing I’ve got sleep aponea . I’m agoraphobic and won’t go out alone which makes it worse . I’m scared everyone’s judging me.
I don’t know what to do or where to even begin . Eating makes me happy, m food was my only friend as a child - except it’s not my friend at all, and I’m not sure what I’d replace it with .