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  • Once I was incredibly overweight. It started when I was young, around eight-years-old. It wasn’t as noticeable at first, almost as though I was just a little huskier but once I had a growth spurt I would be fine. However, once puberty hit it only got worse. Yes, I grew taller, but only so much; and I grew twice as much around the waist in that time.

    Crying in the fitting room at the department store was quite common for me and even my mother sometimes as it was next to impossible to ever find clothes that fit me. I would frequently have to look in the women’s department for the most youthful clothing I could possibly find.

    Going to the grocery store with my mother was always an exciting event. I would immediately head to the snack isle and admire all the different colors and designs on the cookie and snack packages. I could never choose; I simply wanted them all. My mother being the pushover she was would fight to a point, but always cave and let me get at least one treat.

    Eating was a very popular habit of mine. I would eat because I was happy, sad, tired, angry, stressed, excited, and any other reason I could possibly think of. Worst of all I would eat because I was bored. I was always bored. Although it was never forced upon me by my parents, I always felt I needed to finish my plate at meal time no matter how full it made me. I would frequently sneak what were supposed to be treats for my school lunch box up to my room and eat them in multiples.

    Now I am healthier than I ever have been. At one point something just clicked for me. I started exercising, and exercising a lot. I started to walk two miles every morning and two miles every afternoon. Some days, when I would feel super ambitious I would even walk an additional two in the evening.

    It was hard, but I cut out so much food out of my diet. The trans fats and sugars were virtually eliminated. I added so many healthier options to my kitchen.

    As time went on, the pounds came off. Sixty-seven pounds total over the course of ten months. It was by far the greatest accomplishment and the greatest feeling for me.

    Now I don’t eat simply because I am bored. I choose healthy foods when I am hungry. I don’t feel the need to clear my plate at mealtime. I eat slowly and stop when I am starting to feel satisfied. I don’t turn to food every time I experience a different emotion. I don’t get that excited feeling I used to experience when looking at a box of cookies. I still have slight trouble when I shop for clothes though. It’s not that I can’t find clothing to fit, but I have so many outfits to choose from that it is hard to decide on what to buy.
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