Quercus: It's infuriating. My mom HATES it, but every time she sends him with a list he just comes back with more crap. I think it's going to turn into a fight soon, to be honest. I don't know why he's so stubborn about it. No one else in the house wants to eat that shit.
Jen: That's what I've been doing! I brought my own food this weekend and he didn't even notice.

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Ok, I saw in Chef's thread that he outlined some of his fears. I think that might be helpful for me too, so here goes.
I'm not really a girl anyone pays much attention to. I'm afraid that when I'm at a healthier weight, guys will suddenly start paying more attention. I know this would play with my head. It'd be like, "Oh, I wasn't good enough before, but now that I'm x-lbs lighter, suddenly I'm worth it?" And logically I know that humans have evolved to seek out certain physical standards and being obese is not one of them. I know that it really isn't about worthiness or worthlessness on my part. But still.
Part of me is afraid of the prospect of a relationship itself. I'm 24 years old and have never been in any kind of relationship with a guy. Even though I would really like the companionship, the thought of my unbelievably long period of singleness changing causes me a bit of anxiety. It's probably because I'm afraid of suddenly being found good enough to go on a date with to then only have the guy change his mind and decide it was definitely a mistake.
I'm also kind of terrified of losing a bunch of weight and then gaining it all back. I'm a bit of a perfectionist and an overachiever and to feel like such a failure would be devastating to me. I'm afraid of trying and trying and trying and never losing a significant amount of weight. I'd constantly be that fat girl talking about how she was trying to lose weight, but never actually getting anywhere.
Well, now that I'm done sounding like an insecure mess, I'll tell how my weekend went. I didn't do very well with food. My dad wanted to go out both nights. He tries to be supportive, but sometimes he doesn't know how. His idea of losing weight is to starve yourself for a month or two until you've dropped 20 or 30 pounds and then go right back to what you were doing before. I don't think he understands what I'm actually trying to accomplish here.
School starts on Tuesday and I am so ready for it. I'm excited for the class I'm taking (supersonic/transonic aerodynamics) and for the fact that I get my free gym access back. It'll be really good to see the friends I've made at the gym too. While not best friends or anything like that, they're people I see four or five days a week and who offer a lot of support and positivity.