Where to begin ... As a kid I was chubby but as I grew older I became very overweight. I didn’t notice how bad it got because half the time I was never sober. I started drinking and doing drugs at eleven years old and I started partying hardcore at twelve. I was made fun of severely (but who isn’t) and I guess that’s why I turned to drugs ... people accepted me. I was in bad shape ... self-destructing and then came along the crimes. But that’s another story.
My mom thought it would be best to sign me up to a gym so at fourteen I did. I did want to get into shape and be able to run and be athletic so I joined. At first I didn’t take it seriously. I would go but then meet up with friends at the nearest Jack and the Box and eat there. My diet was still horrible and I was still smoking and drinking which didn’t help my lungs. But when I went to the to get a check-up the doctor told me some bad news and I saw how much I weighed and I knew things had to change.
I started eating healthier and exercising daily... and I lost weight! I couldn’t believe those simple changes actually worked. It took some time though. The first fifty pounds I lost was healthy. All natural and healthy. I am proud of that. But then I slipped on junk food and felt so guilty. The guilt was so intense it led me to purge. I couldn’t believe what I had done and from there things got out of hand.
I would only purge here and there but now I officially stopped that. I caught it before it became to great to handle. But now new problems emerged. Binge eating and anorexia. I am currently trying to control my eating habits. I work out like a fiend. Ironically I am very athletic now. I can run seven miles in and hour and am going for ten. I am at the gym for four hours. It’s my second home. I even quit drinking and smoking. But still I’d rather be addicted to drugs then have this eating disorder.
