I don't know if this is the right forum to be posting this and I don't really expect any responses but I need to write this down for my own sanity. Perhaps if I admit this to myself in black and white I will be able to stop. I have always thought of myself as chubby. I was 5'8 and a size 12 before getting pregnant. I was really ill during my pregnancy and put on a lot of weight but now, a year after my baby's birth, I am still massively overweight. I weight about 14 stone now. I was doing well. I had lost about a stone and felt like I might be able to get sort of back to where I was. Then it was my baby's birthday. I baked a cake for the first time. I made cookies, gingerbread, cupcakes. I wanted to do the "mum thing". It was the first time baking anything for me and I was really proud of myself. I decided to relax my diet for the weekend to enjoy his party. I stuffed myself (of course). Then yesterday I saw some pictures of myself at the party. I am horribly obese. I am so ugly. It was a shock to see myself. It totally sent me into tail spin. I tried to get back on my diet but was stuffing myself with left over chocolate birthday cake by nine am. I made myself throw it up. I felt horrible about it. My baby didn't see because I shut the door but he could hear and he was outside, trying to get in and was upset. Great parenting I don't want to be like this in front of him. I went out and came home. What did I do? Yes, as soon as he went for his nap I stuffed myself with more cake and icecream knowing that I was going to throw it up. I didn't even taste it I was eating so fast. I threw it up and when I looked at myself in the mirror afterwards I had mascara running all down my face, snot hanging from my nose, smeared regurgitated chocolate on my cheeks... horrific. I just feel so out of control. I hate myself. I got a big bin liner and threw all left over cakes and sweets into it. I am going to squish some gross stuff in there because I know myself, I would probably go in there later and retrieve the cake and do it all again. Why can't I be a normal person with a normal attitude to food? I am not healthy and I don't want to pass any of this negativity onto my beautiful little boy. I just thank my lucky stars I don't have a girl because I hate to think what this would do to her. I feel completely lost and alone.