by cindyjones008 » June 7th, 2009, 7:01 pm
Nine months later and about fifty pounds heavier...
I am facing the emotional side of weight loss as I prepare to re-start MF again. This time I am looking at my barriers and I feel it is emotional. When I picture myself thin again, I become scared. I feel threatenen and unsafe. With the extra fat, I feel that I am hiding in here, it creates a bit of safety. It is easier to push people away.
Nobody protected me as a child when I was being repeatedly sexually molested and severely physically abused by my dad and had a raging alcoholic mother--nobody protected me, I was never safe, I was also scared for my life. I get fat as a kid. Then, as adult, I temporarily loose weight on Atkins and I start to have a lot of fun. I dated some, did a lot of fun activites with some new friends. But eventually I gained all the weight back and then some. A while later, I did MF (my doctor recommended it) and lost weight. I keep the weight off for several years. I felt good about myself. I got a boyfriend, not the healthiest relationship, but it was progress compated to the past relationships I was in. I seem to pick guys that were physically abusive, cheated on me, and used me to support them (even though I myself was struggling as a full-time collegestudent). My ex and I break up, I can't get over him, I meet this guy who is totally hot--a personal trainer--and he's interested in me! A personal trainer guy is interested in me, wow, what a difference as opposed to all the kids in school who used to tease me, call me wide load, etc. Here's a totally hot guy interested in me. So what do I do? After one month of dating and totally hot sex, I let him move in with me. And shortly after, it started. It started with him telling me how to dress, then trying to get me to not spend so much time with my family, and then a shove here, a shove there. After one month of this, I discovered I was pregnant. I told him about the pregnancy and he got excited that we were going to have a family (he already had a kid that would flake on 50% of his visits).
This was a major turning point in my life. It was okay for a man to physically abuse me, but I was not going to be like my mom, I was not going to let him hit me in front of my child and I was not going to risk him being physically abusive to my kid. Because of being pregnant, I knew I had to get out so that I could protect my baby. I told him he had one month to get out and I broke up with him. He tried to get me to take him back, but it was not going to work. Then he said he did not think I was pregnant, and I did not argue with him about that because I did not want him having unsupervised visits with the baby, and as the father, he would be legally entitled to visitation. One night I told him there was only two weeks left before he needed to leave and I wanted to remind him that I am serious about him needing to move out (shortly after he moved in he quit his job and did not pay rent, food, bills, etc.). We started arguing, he shoved me into the bedroom and told me I could not leave. I was so scared. I was scared because he shoved me while I was pregnant so as a new mom, I had to keep my unborn baby safe. I tried to sneak out of the front door. As soon as I was almost out of the door, he grabbed me and covered my mouth and throat, I could not breathe, I was scared, I thought I might die. He let go of me and I gasped for air. He threw me to the ground, closed the door, and got on top of me and covered my mouth and nose again. I quit fighing him and just gave in as a defensive move. He took his hands off my face, I gasped for air. He told me that if I scream or call the cops on him, he would come back and kill me and a member of my family, and he was not going to tell me which family member he was going to kill. I went in the bedroom and the next day while I was at my internship, I called him and told him he had to be out by the end of the day otherwise I could call the cops. He left. He called me a few times afterwards saying he loved and missed me and wanted me back but four months later he married another woman that I am sure he was abusing.
During my pregnancy, I ate all the junk food I wanted and I gained back all the weight I had lost years before on MF, and then some. Since then, I have gone up and down about fifty pounds, started MF, but then once I was actually making some progress, I would blow it.
I am learning not to be hard on myself. Considering everything I've through, I am doing okay.
Being a single mom from basically my first month or so of pregnancy, and this was during my first month of grad school. I still stayed in school and worker part-time, while alone and pregnant. I do have percerverance and determination!
I do struggle with being a parent though. My son just turned 3. I feel like after working all day, picking him up from preschool/childcare, coming home and tending to him, I am exhausted, I have nothing left over for me. I love my son and I am glad he is here, however, I struggle sometimes with being a mom. I get frusterated when I try to talk to people about my challenges and they tell me how lucky I am to have such a beautiful little boy. It makes my struggles not fee validated. It is hard, say for example, to be woken up at 5am on the weekend, and to have to feed him and play with him, while all I want to do is climb back in bed and get some sleep. Most of my day is about meeting his needs. I feel I need to relax but I can't cause he is so young he needs me. I do get some relief and my family takes him a lot for me, and I am very grateful for those times, but still, I still feel like being a mother is sucking the life out of me.
Furthermore, being over-weight I feel is limiting my child's life. I don't feel I go out on walks with him as often as I should, or to the park as often as I should.
But then when I think of myself as a thin person again, I get scared. I am not sure exactly what I am scared of, but it makes feel I will not be safe. I feel that given all of recent life experiences, I will not let somebody in that will hurt me, but at the same time, I feel that being thinner, more people are going to want to get close to me and I am going to have to fight some of them off because some of them might be bad people because there are bad people out there.
I hope that by writing about these issues, I can start to heal. It is a step in moving forward and not being stuck in the problem. I am still not ready to start MF yet, but that is my goal and I am going to keep on working myself so I could reach my goal.