I was always obsessed with food. So was my mother, and her mother as well. I was put on a diet at about age 8, when my grandfather pointed out newly surfaced stretch marks (I was chunky - but not "fat", per say - I was later diagnosed with an "elasticity deficiency" by my pediatrician - but that didn't negate my growing girth). My parents kept absolutely no junk food in the house - and upon walking down the stairs into my kitchen in search of flavored rice cakes, my mother would police me, asking me what I was eating, with that tone which I grew to learn signified disapproval of my "undesirable" shape. In spite of my teeny tiny frame, I continued to sneak foods and gain massive amounts of weight - by the minute seemingly after puberty hit. My mother and grandmother had me on every diet known to man - from the old slim fast shakes to the weight watchers point system to nutrisystem. This was all before age 15. By 16 I was over 200 pounds and 5'2. At almost 300 pounds my shoe size was a size 6 - and my ring finger a sizd 3.5 - so I knew deep down I was tiny underneath my layers of fat - but I kept eating. I'd yo-yo diet. I'd be fully committed to near starvation - and then I'd binge with chocolate under my bed. When I began driving I put on weight like crazy - nearing 300 pounds at age 18. At that time I became so tired of the fad diets and the bingeing and the starving and the celery sticks that I began the South Beach diet, which was a huge rave - and quickly fell into a no-nonsense carbless diet called
The Atkins Diet, and lost 50 pounds in the first 3 months. Problem was, that after that - my weight plateaud. I was about 230/240 pounds - which was a huge improvement - but not eating any carbohydrates and seeing no decrease of poundage on the scale really messes with you. I did Atkins for
18 months. Having lost 50 pounds in the first 3 months, and 5 pounds in the proceeding 15 - I grew ridiculously frustrated - and began bingeing again. I'd binge on carbs and purge them (ick, I know

). I gained 40 of my 50 pounds lost back this way. My mother saw something, I believe on TV, about gastric bypass surgery. I'd just turned 20 years old, and was finishing my last year of my AA degree. My insurance covered it. I went through the seminars and programs and steps and tests. After a 6 month prep program, I had laproscopic RNY gastric bypass surgery. My obsession with food and calorie monitoring and net carb counting came to a halt. Eating was difficult and my whole life turned upside down. At 21 years old I was 2 months out of my gastric bypass surgery, after nearly a year of pre-op planning and dietting and hoping, and I was
pushing myself, struggling, to get to 500 calories a day. It was like an obsession in reverse. I was 265 pounds the day of surgery and by the time I hit my one year surge-versary I was 110 pounds. In the months to follow I hit a low of 95 pounds - down from my all time high of near 300. Now I'm 23 years old - 3 years out of bariatric surgery - and a healthy-for-me 105 pounds. I no longer obsess over food, I'm happy to report. I never count calories and am currently engaged to the boy who took a chance on "the fat girl" in a very physically-obsessed high school (and consequently took a plunge in his popularity) at age 16. My only food-related issue now is nausea - which I am quite frequently after meals - but I now know subconciously for the most part my limits - and what I should and shouldn't eat. My "pouch" (what we call my new stomach) limits my intake of hard protein (ie: meats) - so I eat alot of tofu and protein rich veggies - which I've learned to really enjoy. My newest hobby since surgery is cooking - which I didn't do as a "fat girl". I ate out alot. Now I'm like a chef - me and my fiance both really bonded over The Food Network and cookbooks - and it's been great. Anyway /end memoir lol

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My story :)