Let me introduce one of my closest friends, Emily. I met her the day of her ex-boyfriend's senior prom, and I've been counting my blessings ever since. I've introduced Emily before -- but hear in her words about her battle with weight and expectations. I hope you all have a friend like Emily -- someone who shows you what is possible and then helps you achieve it.
If there's one thing I can do, it's gain weight.
I'm also quite adept at losing weight as it turns out.
According to my mom, I started to put on weight when I was 7, which I later learned coincided with the increase of fighting between my parents. I don't remember being particularly fat, per se, until I was in 5th grade. My gym teacher was up in front of class leading us in some 1991-era appropriate Jane Fonda-esque workout and she yelled "This is a great exercise if your thighs are starting to rub together...EMILY!"
The next time I remember weighing myself I was 240lbs. It wasn't as though I'd never dieted before. Sporadic attempts at Weight Watchers Online, diet pills, eating pints of Mint Chocolate Cookie ice cream at a time, breaking up Tostitos into bowls so it looked like I was eating less of them...ordering two meals from McDonald's and pretending one was for someone else...and having it DELIVERED (man, you can get anything delivered in NYC). I never lasted on anything, and nothing ever worked.