I used to tell myself that I wasn’t good enough. Not smart enough, not funny enough and certainly not skinny enough. For as long as I can remember I have been insecure about my size. I thought: “if only I could be thin then everything would be perfect”. The first time I went on a “diet” I was about 12 years old. Counting calories seemed to be second nature for me by the time I entered high school. At 14 I started on a new plan, I was the healthiest physically I had been in my whole life. Finally seeing the results I wanted I became addicted to losing weight.
I would go to bed early every night just so that I would not be able to feel hungry because feeling hungry was unacceptable to me; it was a sign of weakness. Before I knew it I lost my appetite all together.
I was inexplicably sad and anxious to the point that I could barely eat at all. With every pound I lost from that point on, I lost a part of myself. I was no longer the outgoing, happy person I once was; I became someone that I didn’t even recognize.
Read what happened to Jamie here…..no, right HERE.