I've been on a three day binge.
Not on purpose. The first day was my cheat day and I only went to 2,700 cals which is somewhere around maintenance for me.
Yesterday started off really really well. I was eating good, I have a lot of fruit and water, I was feeling alright and then my dad came home with the most ridiculous amount of food. Pizza, chicken wings, two bags of doritos, a chocolate cake and two bags of candy. I was saving my last four hundred cals for the movie I was going to see, but we were running late and I was just getting so hungry, so I ate just a few chips, which turned into a few chicken wings, which turned into a few slices of pizza. I felt really really awful last night, and then this morning I woke up in a fog and I just started eating the rest of the doritos and candy.
I feel awful. I cried all morning. It's just one of those days where I'm so scared that I won't be strong enough, it's probably the worst feeling I've ever had.
I don't have any notions that losing weight is going to grant all my wishes or make me fall in love, or get me a good job, but I am not happy with myself. I hate the mirror, I hate putting on clothes, I hate going out, I hate looking down at my legs and most of all I hate getting on the scale. I'm only nineteen, and I weigh 226 lbs. I shouldn't hate myself this much, I just shouldn't. I've only lost ten lbs and I've already failed big time. If I can't even be healthy for a month how am I supposed to do it the rest of my life?
I am so tired of being controlled by food! But everyday that I push myself to not eat I feel like I'm carrying a weight around, and when I drop that weight and let myself eat whatever I want it's such a relief, but then that weight is quickly replaced by me knowing that I just ate so much.
I only want to be happy with myself.
I don't want to go on like this, I don't!
Today is rough, and it's only 3:00 pm, haha. Well, tomorrow is a new day. I'm going to go back to what I was doing, because it's my only option. There is no way I can go back to eating what I want all the time. I feel awful right now. I know that everyone, big or small, has there problems, but I feel like I can't even enjoy the little things anymore because I hate myself. In any situation I feel awful. Even at the movies yesterday, I was happy with my sisters and my friend, and the movie was funny, but I kept looking down at my huge thighs and it's like as soon as I saw that all the happiness was sucked out of me and I felt so rubbish.
Agh, I just cried the whole time I wrote this. I know a lot of it is because I am going to start my monthly, but it's also because of the eating and how I just feel like I'm trapped. I feel stuck inside myself, like there's all this weight just hiding who I really am and who I want to be. It's just overwhelming.
The thing is, if I can start again fresh tomorrow and make it through the day, then even this failure won't matter. Three days out of a month is nothing, it just feels like everything right now.