Okay, mood changed and now I'm pissy and having a bit of a pity party along with a growl at myself instead of being pleased & proud of how far I've come and how much my body has changed. I'm going to unload my mental baggage here and then try to kick myself in the seat of my pants to get my mind in a better spot (yeah, I know that sounds like I've got my mind in my bum and maybe that is true).
On the day that I ordered my first MF food I weighed 214. I was wearing a size 18W pant and those were uncomfortably tight. I am 5'7" tall (oh, and a quarter
). While fired up and excited about beginning MF (after reading so many success stories and seeing before/after photos on the MF site) I began using the SlimFast that I had in the cupboard for the past few years (I have since given the SF away). By the time the MF order arrived, I had lost 2# so my official starting weight was 212. I am 40# lighter (in case anyone had missed my yelling a few days ago) and 47.25" smaller than I was 16 weeks ago. I felt good about myself, thinner and thought I was looking 'good'. I knew I wasn't finished with losing weight nor striving to get to my goal weight of 140 (or below if it seems prudent to do so). But a couple weeks ago I began noticing that my body looked 'fat' again. That my belly is still ugly large and that those rolls on my back still look like ugly fish gills hanging there (a double set of both sides if you are into ugly visuals).
Yeah, I told you it was a lousy frame of mind....
My thighs and legs are still fat, flabby and nasty looking although my calves are beginning to show more definition and not looking so much like cankles (where your calves and ankles just flow into one stumpy looking thing).
My upper arms are bat wings and my neck looks like a cat scratched me from my chin to my mid neck, then there are the neck wrinkles that go from side to side as if someone put rubber bands around my neck and left indents.
I look in the mirror at 172 and I look gross not slim and trim and proud as I felt I looked 3 or 4 weeks ago.
Why couldn't I keep that feeling of pride and seeing the positive instead of the huge amount of work that still needs to be done?
I'm thankful that I do see the need to continue to get the extra weight off and to get to a healthy weight. Otherwise I would be tempted to stop this journey to goal, just as I've done it twice before in the last 7 years, when I hit 173#. This time I guess I've stuck with a weight loss program long enough at that weight for the rosy glasses, I was looking through, to change into the reality lenses that I hate so much.
Reality sucks.
So, now for the kick in the bum to get my mind back to a healthier and happier place (I hate being depressed and angry with myself). Reality is that:
*Yes, I've done a wonderful and healthy thing for myself by starting MF.
*Yes, I've lost 40# so far and that is a lot of weight (put 40# of hamburger or eight 5# bags of sugar on a counter and see how much it is). 40# is a loss to have pride about.
*Yes, my body has improved--even though I can't see it any longer--I still do remember the pride I felt in seeing a slimmer body in the mirror. I know I did!
*Yes, I do still have 30+ pounds to still lose (maybe even another 40#) and the transformation of my body will be impressive when I've lost it, just as the transformation after losing the first 40# was impressive (I remember that I thought the transformation was impressive at one time).
*Yes, my mind is a fickle and nasty thing at times and so willing to cause me pain and heartache. A part of my mind still believes that I'm worthless and a failure, that being thinner isn't going to be achievable for me. Why should I get to be a success at MF or one to reach their healthy weight goal and be one of those that others see as a success?
I've had a couple of family members (most recently my mother who is obese and has been fighting her weight all of my life) ask me if I thought I'd keep my weight off. I've been asked why I'm getting rid of my clothes as they get loose because I'll need them when I gain the weight back. I've been told that I've lost enough weight (give me a break) and that I'm going to look to gaunt if I lose more (give me another flippin' break!!!! I've got rolls, fish gills and enough fat to keep a family of cannibals happy for a long, long time). I'm hearing enough negative in my own head and from others who know my history, that the happiness and the hope is just being sucked right out of my mind and my eyes are seeing all the negative.
There is more, but I don't want to go there because it is stuff that I read here and I don't want to cause hurt feelings by remarking of stuff that others have shared even though it impacts my journey quite a bit. I get a bit concerned that maybe I am impacting others in a negative way by what I share here.
Anyway, hopefully by writing all of this down -- maybe I'm taking away my mind's power and maybe I'm purging the nasty and depressing thoughts. I doubt it.....lol, but I'm going to give it a try.
Biki wrote something the other day that struck a cord in my mind even though I didn't remark upon it when I read it. She said something about why do we tell new people that the weight is going to just melt off when it really isn't true. She is right.........sometimes the weight does melt off and sometimes it is a huge struggle to pry off any weight. I don't know why I paint such a rosy picture to the new people. I guess I still have many moments where I am still so entralled with how much success I've had and how 'easy' it is to just open packets, add water and follow the program along with the fact that I've never stuck with any other program with the hope and determination that I've embraced Medifast. I wish every person who is sad, depressed over being obese and controlled by their appetites, could find their way out of that dark & miserable hole. For me, the way out seemed to be Medifast......right now, I'm sliding back into that nasty hole, mentally, again for some reason. I just have to remember how successful and how far I've come so far---and know that the journey isn't over for me, that I have every right to expect to be successful all the way to goal.
Well, this is far too long, taken far too long to type (probably timed out and it won't take it so I'll have to copy, refresh and paste it into the journal box).....
Don't be concerned about me.......I'm not going to go off and eat a box of chocolates or drive through BK to get a Whopper of a burger, LOL. I will stick to program and I will win over this battle with my mind. I'm just going to quit looking into the mirror!! LOL
I just need to remember this is a battle and I am
Tawanda!!!!