Well, well, what about me...there's some interesting, some disturbing, and some just plain crazy...still sure you want to hear about them?

I'm 18 years old...young, yes, but I have faced things that no one should have to, and I regret it more then anything else. I started a little over 3 years ago at 5' 6" and 185 lbs--always an athlete, but always, always overweight. Then I finally decided to make a change, because I wanted to play high-school soccer, and I knew I had to be in shape. So I worked hard (running every day, riding my bike 12-20 miles a day and walking EVERYWHERE), ate healthy, and dropped 48 lbs to be at a healthy 137 lbs and a size 7--the summer was very kind to me.

During soccer I put on a little muscle, but I wasn't too worried.....then it ended. I got busy, and the weight started to come back, little by little. Then I started to get scared....and obsessive over my weight, because I NEVER wanted to be that big again. But from that fear, I developed an eating disorder....or a combination of 2 or 3 of them. It was running unchecked, and I was still gaining weight from the binge-eating...I reached 158 and other stresses were added on top of that...and I was beginning to really hurt myself. Constant sore throats...I felt so incredibly miserable. When I exercised, I started getting chest pains, and I was only 17. I thought I was strong enough to stop on my own, to fix everything, but I wasn't.

So I finally confided in one of my closest friends, and received nothing but unconditional love and support, and I was doing well for about 3 months--I thought I had kicked it in the ass and gotten rid of the disease...but after that I had a terrible relapse, and have been battling it ever since. But here I am making a go at recovery again, and I have turned back to this amazing community of supporters to be a kind of guiding light. Wish me luck!!!