I have been overweight most of my life. At the age of 15, I reached my highest weight of 275. Through stress and other circumstances I couldn\'t control, I lost 100 pounds. When I became pregnant with my daughter, I gained 40 pounds and I can\'t seem to get rid of it. It is sooooo depressing to not be able to wear most of my clothes. I hate thinking back to how I felt when I had finally lost all that weight and how content I finally felt with myself and to know that I no longer feel that way. I am totally addicted to sweets and could eat chocolate all day. I guess I\'m just gonna be fat for the rest of my life! I\'m 24 now and I weigh 215. UGH!
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