I hated this boy. My mother said to me, jokingly, of course, that if I ate like that I'd be a lot fatter than I was. She said it wasn't fair. I had a 'sluggish metabolism' and my thyroid didn't work.
I didn't even know what a sluggish metabolism was nor did I comprehend the complexities of the thyroid yet, but I hated my thyroid. I felt cursed.
As a pre-adolescent, I tried several diets. I ate so much cottage cheese and lettuce that well, I begged my mom to let me stay fat because it was better than eating "like a rabbit" and staying the same. I was the only 11 year-old I knew going to Diet Workshop.
Things didn't get better, however. At 14, I broke my ankle while exercising on a trampoline. (Did I mention I'm a klutz?) I wanted to slim down in time for high school so I could have the "Molly Ringwald" experience of dating hot guys and being popular.
Needless to say, while on crutches, and remaining relatively inactive for 6 months, I ballooned up from just chubby to OBESE. During the holidays, my grandmother took me aside and told me to do whatever I had to in order to lose weight.
I took her literally. I became bulimic. I also over-exercised, took laxatives and spent time starving myself too. I lost a significant amount of weight, although I was never rail-thin. Everyone said I looked good. Inside, I was a ticking time-bomb, destroying my thyroid, my metabolism and well, just about all of my bodily functions which I used to take for granted.
I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I just want to share my story. I think it's important to know where I'm coming from as you read the articles on site. I also think that well, if I can show you that the heavens won't open up and strike you down for opening up, you will be encouraged to do it too.
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