All my life I have battled with my weight. My earliest pictures of me was of a plump baby. My mum gave me a slimming drink to have as lunch when I was 12. This didn't stop my weight reaching almost 20 stone. I am now around 14 stone and at 51 I am fitter than I have ever been. I cycle and regularly run. In the last year I have changed shape, going down to a size 14 jean size. I used to be a size 22. As you can imagine I am pleased. I can't believe that I can run 5k (without collapsing) I have signed up for the race for life, 10k . Also the Great South Run, 10 miles. I am also cutting back on my Venlafaxine. I have cut down my evening dose to alternate days.
All good progress so why do I want to gorge myself? All this exercise is hard work and takes up so much time so why do I want to sabotage all my hard work?