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I have been MO for more then I would like to remember. I first realized I was fat in the sixth grade. It was Christmas and our class was drawing names for the Christmas exchange. The popular gal (the "bitch"....you remember her) in class drew a name and burst out in laughter. I knew she had drawn my name.....she did.
In high school I tried to diet with over the counter diet pills with no success. My mother took me to a doctor who gave me prescription diet pills, that lasted a couple of months and I lost maybe 20 pounds.
When I was 22, I weighed 276 pounds, that's when I first joind Weight Watchers. I lost 119 pounds and got down to 157 pounds. I met my first husband and we were married in 1975. When we divorced in 1980, he blamed me for the failure of the marriage (he was cheating) because I had gained so much weight that I was up to 240 pounds.
My weight had gone up and down but I haven't been below 240 since. I've tried dozens of diets and I've done WW & Conway a dozen times each. After my mother died (1997) I quit seriously trying and gained 120 pounds in 3 years.
I have put up with name calling, snickers and stares for years. I didn't start driving until I was 35 and up to then I always took the bus. There's nothing more humiliting then walking from the bus stop and having someone in a passing car "moo" at you. I am tired of people thinking I am less intellegent, lazy or difficult to get along with. I am tired of all the discrimination we have to deal with. I have a daughter who is 22 and she is overweight and the last thing I would ever want is to see her go through life as I have.