Thank you everyone :) . For being so kind and welcoming.
I have a very unhealthy relationship with food. I was always fat right from being a chubby child but became obese as a teenager. I'm 23 now and the biggest I have ever been. Far, far past the point I thought I would ever be 10 years ago. I always thought "oh no, I'll never get that large; I'll stop before then" and now it turns out I have indeed gotten that large.
My mother said my sister and I (we're twins) were always eating and wanting food as children; that she tried to get us to stop but we wouldn't. There were some difficult times growing up, a lot of pain and fear, and I guess eating was something that comforted me.
But I don't just eat when I'm sad/stressed, I eat when I'm happy to "celebrate" something, when I'm bored, when I'm tired/lonely/anxious, anytime. I will eat a healthy, lovely meal and then make an excuse to go out, drive 5 miles to the nearest shop and buy £10-20 worth of junk food and sit in my car and eat it, or bring it home and secretly get it up to my room without anyone seeing. I eat all my food in my room where the family can't see me and I hide the bags of rubbish and empty wrappers in the wardrobe or down the side of the couch until bin day when I take it outside while they're at work. Oh god I feel so disgusting typing that.
It's like a switch flips in my head. I write notes to myself the night before telling me to eat well, exercise, look after myself, and then in the morning the thought comes into my head telling me to buy food, and once it's there I can't get it out, all of my good intentions are gone and it's like I can't even think to myself "don't do this". And then as soon as I eat, sometimes before I've even finished the block of chocolate/bag of crisps/takeaway the switch flips back and I feel even worse.
The amount I eat has increased. Whereas before I would be satisfied with a bar of chocolate, I know eat a whole block :( , and I get quite ill afterwards as I'm a bit intolerant to lactose. Or I'll eat a whole pizza and sides and eat til I feel sick and full and struggle to breathe. I saw people like that on tv shows and said I could never become like that. But I have.
I look in the mirror and am abhorred. I have visions of taking a kitchen knife and slicing off the fat. I am hideous. I struggle to understand why my employers, people in shops, my friends are all nice and talk to me. How are they not sick at the sight of me? Being considered attractive by a man is so far from a possibility for me. How could my parents ever feel proud to have me as a daughter? As I type this I hear how ridiculous it sounds. I wouldn't say that about someone else. But it's like it's true for me.
I am so far from the person I wanted to be. I am in childcare and I look at these young girls who are slim and I think why was that not me, why did I not grow up like that. And I'm angry. Angry at myself for not being strong enough to take charge of this, angry at whatever had a part to play, angry again at myself for thinking anyone else is responsible but me, angry at the people who say I'm lazy when the amount of effort I go to in order to eat this food is anything but. I don't know what to do anymore. I
Good god, that is enormously long. I understand if no one reads it all! I'm sorry it's so long; I think it's the first time I've ever written it all down like that. Like I'm trying to make sense of it myself.