Truly, massively fat. I'm over 23 stone, size 28-30 and gaining.
I'm on a shedload of mental health meds - two antidepressants, beta blockers and regular benzodiazepines (for over a year - supervised by two consultants) - which probably explains the weight, but I hate myself for it.
I've almost definitely got sleep apnea, but I can't get an NHS assessment. I wake up coughing and with a pounding headache.
I'm permanently exhausted. Walking is hell, I'm gasping for breath, heart flutters and I'm holding onto walls. My stomach pulls on my back, and I get sore knees and hips overnight.
My periods stopped a few years ago too, I've now got a coil. I've got a diagnosis of PCOS.
My MH team said because I'm not yet diabetic, and my blood pressure is fine, they won't treat me on the NHS. I've also lost significant weight myself four times before, but always regain.
I'm primary carer to my younger sibling who has no parental support, has learning difficulties, epilepsy and autism so I have to be here for her.
I've been fat as long as I remember - I remember getting my hand smacked at age 7 at a party in front of lots of family and told I was fat enough. Family used to call me the 'elephant in the room' and joked about hiding food from me. Now as an adult I can't control it, I either starve myself or binge on rubbish.
I can't stomach three meals a day weirdly, but I can cram crap in. I eat mayo with everything - like four huge bottles a month.
I'm so fed up with this, I'm 33 this year and honestly if I carry on I'm scared I won't see 40 and I don't know what to do. When I try dieting I feel like I'm punishing myself and get upset. I KNOW all the mistakes I'm making, I just don't know how to stop.