The Fat Camp Chronicles

All my life, I’ve been heavy. When I was younger I was ridiculed and bullied constantly about my weight problem, so I was always fairly depressed. Sure, I ate a lot (…of pastries), but my eating never warranted the amount of weight I would actually gain. It was strange – I went to camp one summer and came back 30 pounds heavier even though I barely ate the slop I was served the two months I was away.

At my heaviest (which was in eighth grade), I weighed 230 pounds. I had been to a fat farm (fat camp, weight loss summer program, what have you) for two weeks before entering my last year of middle school but I had gained everything I lost back. My parents and I realized it was time for more drastic action, and with that I was enrolled at Camp Pocono Trails for eight weeks.

The entire experience was beyond difficult. I hate physical activity (hence my choice of college, known for less than athletic students), and here we were forced to exercise all day and eat absurdly small portions of food (although there was unlimited salad and jello, which was of no comfort to myself, who hates both). I’m not going to get started on everything that happened there or my feelings about the institution (in one word: hellhole), but it served its purpose: I lost 30 pounds that summer.┬áMiraculously and unlike most of my fellow campers, I was able to keep off the weight after I left camp.

A year or so later, after I came back from a summer program in Spain, my mother noticed my hair was noticeably short and thought I had been cutting it while I was gone. I hadn’t been doing so at all, especially since I look like crap with short hair, and this was when we knew I had a serious problem. The fact that my hair was falling out was not normal. I started seeing a specialist in New York City who specializes in female hormonal issues and he diagnosed me with Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. It’s a hormonal disorder that was causing my hair loss and less noticeable things as well, such as the darkening of skin in my armpits (a symptom of insulin resistance), the concentration of fat to my stomach, my insane weight gain and my extreme difficulty with weight loss.

When I started all my meds I began to lose tons of weight by doing absolutely nothing and continuing to eat the same crap I did before, and it was amazing! I started getting attention from guys for the first time in my life and I felt GREAT. But, like all good things, it had to come to an end. So this year I finally started gaining weight again.

Because I will be starting college in the fall I figured heading back to fat camp would be a great way to get in shape and feel better about myself. So, on Sunday I will be attending a new weight loss camp in Upstate New York that has a program specifically directed for young women ages 18-24. Because I plan to be fairly candid in my upcoming posts about my experiences there, I will not use its name. I want to share my laughter, my tears, my extreme pangs of hunger and my cravings for Popeyes (don’t hate, it’s delightful) with all of you guys.

As my departure for camp approaches, do any of you CC readers have advice for me? Words of wisdom? Weight loss secrets? Share ’em!

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