I've always felt shame about food. As a young child, I would get my sister to go and ask our mother for a snack as I was too embarrassed. Then, when I was about 8, I remember clearly the first time I crept into the kitchen, filled my pockets with food and sneaked away to eat it in secret. Then at school, I would ask to go to the toilet, but actually go the cloakroom to steal food out of other children's lunchboxes.
When I was about 14, I almost completely stopped eating. I remember sitting in classes, my knees knocking because climbing the stairs had made me so weak. But I lost weight. Everyone commented and it was wonderful. I stopped being a fat loner and was accepted into the Cool Kids' gang. I even had boyfriends. It was the best time of my life.
Then I remember I felt secure, and started overeating again. I remember buying 3 or 4 chocolate bars every night after school, but I genuinely felt like it was out of my control.
In the 10 years or so that have passed since I lost weight and was happy, it has crept on and on. I remember being embarrassed when I got up to a 16 - now I'd kill to be a 16. I remember when I was too big to get into most clothes from Primark - now I'd kill only to have to drop a dress size to wear nice clothes again. I'm a disgusting size 24.
I don't have much of a life. I found university difficult and only made a few friends. I hated going clubbing because I would be the only one who wouldn't find anyone to kiss or people would shout at me that I was fat. I fell into a cycle of sitting in alone and smoking pot. I smoked pot every day for a long time. I would go out to the supermarket every day and spend £10-20 on junk food - sweets, cakes, ice cream, crisps, etc. and then sneak it back to my room, get stoned and pig out. I have never admitted this before but once I even bought a birthday cake and sat and ate it by myself.
I have a Master's degree from a medieval university but no job. I have moved home to my parents'. I have no life, and just hang round the house surfing the web and watching TV. I also take opportunities to buy junk food to consume alone. I wait until everyone has gone to bed before I sneak into the kitchen to prepare unbelievably calorific snacks to eat in secret.
I have no life and very few friends. I'm on the dole because, even with prestigious university degrees, I can't get a job. I have nothing to look forward to for weeks. I am so desperate to change but don't know where to begin, or whether I am strong-willed enough. I'm such a coward and so pathetic. As I type this, I have 2 bags of sweets winking at me from my handbag... I don't know if I've got what it takes to change things. I don't suppose these disgusting food habits sound familiar to anyone at all?[/code]