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Weight, Weight, Weight. That's all I hear from my mom. "Oh, look at your belly." "You've got to lose some weight" "A guy doesn't want a girl that's fat." I honesty cannot help my weight gain. I don't know what happened. I guess I got depressed and substituted food for everything. I regret ever starting eat Big Macs. The are the main cause of my weight gain. I'm too tired to work out. I always sleep. I try to work out but I get so out of breath. It must be because of the smoking I do. I miss being 125 pounds & almost borderline anorexia. I guess I'll start back on my bulimia routine. That's all that really works for me. It faster. I don't care how bad it is, it works. I want to see my hip bones again & my rib cage & my spine like i used to. I want to be 115 & I will be so happy. I have horrible stretch marks on my back and thighs. It so disgusting.