From a young age

For a long time I have struggled with my weight. As far back as I can remember at the age of 4 is the last time I had seemed to have my weight under control. I only ate what I needed, and I was a thin active little girl. Then reality hit. I was sent to live with my grandma and her boyfriend. My mom suffered from mental illness as long as I could remember. So she had to go in the hospital for a few months. My dad had no choice but to leave me with them. From the moment I was there, I was taught to overeat, and then to associate emotion with eating as well. There I was given adult size meals, and told I couldn't get up from the table till I ate every single bite. (this reminded me of mommy dearest, if you ever seen the movie)This came along with some physical abuse as well. I was learning how to read at the time, and my grandmas boyfriend kept trying to get me to read. I couldn't get it quite down, and because I struggled with it he hit me in the face and it caused a bloody nose. Among other things in the couple of months I was there. My dad intervened with the things that were going on and soon I was out of the situation. But that was the start of my road to eating my emotions and I will be posting things I went through and getting past it. It's time to end the cycle, and move forward and getting healthy.