When I was 17 years old I weighed 19 stone, and getting on the bathroom scales to see that the scales were just about to ‘go round the clock’ (after 19 it went to 0, 1, 2 etc) was the last straw.
I had been overweight for nearly a decade and over the years had felt acutely embarrassed about my size, upset and depressed about my weight, angry, despairing, but no matter what strong emotions I had felt, they were never strong enough to stop me from over-eating.
I felt so bad about being fat, and eating made me feel better, which made me heavier, which made me feel bad, and eating made me feel better: an endless cycle. Continue reading Taggart’s weight loss journey