6/11/2008
I just re-read my journal and I am SO disappointed in myself. I see that I was on track even through a rough patch, and now, 1 year and 4 months later I am still fat. Fatter. And still completely miserable about it. What the hell happened? Why can't I stick to a diet? Within that year and a half I think I attempted Medifast 2 more times, Atkins twice, a regular exercise routine, Alli and god knows what else, only to fail miserably. Why? Because food is my best friend. I can't seem to stay away from it. I've tried some conseling, but that never helped and it cost way too much. One Psychologist suggested an eating disorder conseling, which at the time didn't think that was my problem. But now I realize that I don't have to be anorexic or bulimic to have an eating disorder. I remember as a kid always sneaking that extra helping of dinner, those 5 cookies and so much other food. Hiding in my room or eating so fast before someone catches me. And it happened as an adult. I'd order pizza with friends and even though I was full on 2 slices, all I could think about was how am I going to eat another piece without looking like a pig in front of my skinny friends?
And now, I live alone (for the past 5 years now) and the only thing I look forward to is eating. IT's so hard to give that up. What I can't understand is why I can't find the motivation to succeed at losing weight. A look in the mirror should be motivation enough. And it usually is in the morning. But by the end of the work day, I lose that motivation as I think of what yummy thing I can make for dinner that I can eat all by myself with no one watching or judging. I figure, I'm this fat, what I do today won't change tomorrow, so I'll put off my "diet" one more day. And of course, one more day turns into weeks, months and yes... years.
I am 32 years old. Never married. No boyfriends in 6 years. I am too disgusted with myself to even THINK about dating anyone. I can't stand to see me naked, I'm sure as hell not going to let some guy see me naked.
So, why am I here? I always come back to Medifast. Shamefully, I have been trying to start for the past 2 weeks. I do my MF meals during the day, some days I succeed, and then some days I cave at dinner. The longest I went was 3 days and I lost 8 pounds. Then that very day I weighed myself and felt great...I ate pizza. Why in the world did I do that? I was past my 3 day hump and I went and screwed it all up. 5 days later (today), and 5 pounds gained back, I've decided I can't keep this up. I need to do this and stick to it no matter what. So I've decided to journal again. Keep my thoughts fresh and get some inspiring feedback (I hope) as I did last time I journaled.
I can't believe I'm admitting this in writing.
Don't let my mom see this!!! LOL!
So, today I've had 4 MF meals, my l&g baked chicken and asparagus and I will have one more shake in about an hour.
By the way... Thank God for the oatmeal. That new blueberry is great.
And now a thought I've pondered for quite some time....
When I was younger and only like 20-30 lbs overweight, I was SO self-conscious. Thought I was the fattest person ever. And when I lost those extra lbs and was actually skinny, I was still so aware of how I looked that I never got to enjoy being skinny. I still thought I was fat and it's all I ever thought about. So now, here I am 300 lbs and wondering.....is it better to just be an obese person who KNOWS they are fat and deals with it than to be a person who is a "normal" weight who is constantly self conscious and comparing themselves to others? Being obese, I KNOW that guys aren't looking at me, so I don't have to try and be pretty or try and impress people with my looks. It's so much easier this way. Perhaps it's my self-conscious way of not letting men into my life so I don't get hurt anymore. Psycho babble.
I'm not sure I'm putting this into words as well as I'd like to. There's something soothing about knowing you're not going to be the pretty and have to try and get a guys attention between you and the other pretty girls. I know I'm fat. I know I'm not attractive. So I can be myself without trying to impress or be fake to get a guys attention. If that makes any sense to anyone but me.
But now I've decided that I don't want to be that fat ugly person anymore. I was a dish when I was younger and thinner and if god willing, I can be again. I went out after work yesterday to the bar across the street with these two skinny, attractive young (25ish) girls. And I watched all the men just stare at them. I decided I want to be them. I want to feel good about myself among many other things.
But I've written a novel. I better save some thoughts for tomorrow.