The Goal, A healthier Life, How it all started out as a goal to begin a healthier life

The Goal, A Healthier Life

I stood on the scales. "Good girl, stand still, head up." The school nurse said, as the numbers flickered. Eight stone ten. At the age of ten, and not even five feet tall, I was overweight. I walked back into the classroom and compared my body with the other girls. The slim girls.

I began to live a healthier lifestyle; more fruits and vegetables. Walking to the shops instead of driving. Diet cola instead of the regular coke. Stuff like that. But, I still had my favorite treats once in a while. An indian takeaway on a friday. A cadbury caramel once or twice a week.

My mum joined slimming world, and I went with her. I'd listen to their weight loss tips and follow them. I'd cook their low fat recipes and began to weigh myself.

In the summer, at the age of eleven, I was healthy and happy. Flaunting my curves in a bikini, I was perfect. Going out for tea. Enjoying pizza every night, and eating ice cream and chocolate crepes by the pool.

When I got home, I carried on with my weight loss program. Restricting my diet and cutting out sweets and treats. But the lighter I got, the more unhappy I was. So I'd loose more weight in order to feel better. But, I just felt worse and worse.

I was caught in a vicious circle, and by my twelth birthday, I was only eating low fat foods and wouldn't let anyone prepare my meals. I was three stone lighter than that day when I was weighed at school and unbelievably miserable.

It started out as an innocent ten-year-old going on a diet to get healthy and loose a pound or two, and I ended up in a hospital on deaths door eating three hundred calories a day.

I began my recovery there and then, and am now on my way to a healthier and happier future. On my way back to the old me!

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