Sigh. I'm 5'11 and weighing in at 17 stone. I've been 20 stone a few years ago, and managed to get down to 12 stone 12 pounds, with careful eating and lots of exercise, power walking mainly and a bit of jogging. I was a smoker however, and I quit in january. The weight has crept on and on and just before summer I injured my ankle, which just won't heal, thus making walking/swimming/bike riding impossible! I have a splint which I wear when I'm working (I work with dogs) and I can manage a hobble, but nothing to get me in a sweat. I'm waiting to see a specialist about my fucking foot, but in the mean time I am just continually fucking up with food. My issues seem to be that I'm an emotional eater, and my portion size is waaaay out of wack. I really need to change, but find myself failing everyday. I eat sensible, and at the same time, I plot away in the back of my mind about the other things I'm planning to eat at the first excuse/opportunity. I'm feeling in the throws of addiction and I'm utterly miserable about it, and can't see a way out of this sodding situation. I know it's down to me, but keep failing to muster the strength.