i just got fed up. it took a long time, but i finally had enough of being the fattest person in any room, in my family, at baby groups. anywhere. i put on weight originally because i was depressed. i'm happy now, have been for a long time so it's just ridiculous to carry this reminder of a self destructive time around with me. it's ruining my life, and the years are hurtling by. i want to be a healthy weight by the time i'm 35 or i think i'm just going to give in and be fat forever. i have 2 children, and my daughter is predisposed to a bit of chunk. i absolutely won't let her go through life struggling with her weight so want to set her a good example. my son too, but he's a rake so far.