Twinkles6892
<font color=blue>Mourning Nomar with Mom...<font c
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I've been battling my weight since I was 11 years old. I eat to combat personal emotional issues, and food has really become my way of coping with my surroundings. I've always been heavy, but over the past few years I've gained a signifigant amount of weight, hitting my all time high of 239.
My wake up call came Friday. I was attending Six Flags with my friends as part of a school band trip. Scott and I waited in line for Superman for an hour. Once I got in the seat, I found myself unable to buckle the seat belt, no matter how hard I sucked, it just wouldn't go in. The attendant was not kind about it. I left the ride and promptly plopped down on the bench where another friend was waiting and cried. It was just such a slap in the face, a wake up call, one that I don't think I was ready to get, but needed very much.
So here I am, 17 years old and dreading summer, not being able to hide behind sweaters and having to face the beach. I don't want my senior year to be like this, I want to have fun, and be able to go to the mall and not worry about what my size is.
So here I am, starting over.
My wake up call came Friday. I was attending Six Flags with my friends as part of a school band trip. Scott and I waited in line for Superman for an hour. Once I got in the seat, I found myself unable to buckle the seat belt, no matter how hard I sucked, it just wouldn't go in. The attendant was not kind about it. I left the ride and promptly plopped down on the bench where another friend was waiting and cried. It was just such a slap in the face, a wake up call, one that I don't think I was ready to get, but needed very much.
So here I am, 17 years old and dreading summer, not being able to hide behind sweaters and having to face the beach. I don't want my senior year to be like this, I want to have fun, and be able to go to the mall and not worry about what my size is.
So here I am, starting over.
