Struggled all my life being just podgy - overweight. Not obese but fat. Lardy ballooning stomach. It takes so much to get weight off and keeping it off is just impossible. I cannot male any new habits (smaller portions, more veg and salad) stick at all. I hate this feeling. A year of hard work and a few weeks back into old patterns and life and I am a flabby disgusting freak again. I hate food so much. I wish I did not have the stupid kids to feed either. Cooking and washing. And food and food and food. Yes, I sound mental - I am just so upset being at the bottom of the mountain again. I am sisyphus. Is he the tne rolling the ball up the mountain daily?