My name is Eve, and this is my diary of my attempts to lose weight. I'm 5'8, and over the last few years, I've managed to pack on 40 pounds. My problem has always has been my diet, or lack thereof. After a few years of failed relationships, heartaches, and all sorts of other dramas, I've managed to turn my body into the unhappy lump that it is today. I'm so frustrated and annoyed at what I've become, and I'm hoping that this will be the kick start that I need to reach my goal of 128 pounds. Why that magic number? Well a few years back before I gave up on myself, I was working out and I managed to get down to that size. I loved how I felt, and I loved how I looked. I appreciated myself and I felt that I had a lot of self-worth. I wasn't killing myself as I am now with the binge eating on sweets and fats, and cycle of self-loathing, as I am doing now. I sit back at times and wonder how I've come to this dark and depressing place. Where I treat myself with such little regard, and I abuse myself emotionally and physically with all the junk I put into my mouth. I hate looking in the mirror, and I hate that I continuously beat myself up, and I'm sneaking in that Twinkie, the chocolate bar, the can of pop, the cookies, the full pizza, and the pound of wings. By the way, that list that I just mentioned is what I was ate in a span of three hours last week. Last Saturday I went to the grocery store and ate a full bag of cookies (I wasn't even hungry, but scarfed it back anyway) and when I got to the check out line, out of shame, I lied to the checkout girl and told her that I was pregnant and my carvings were in full gear. I'm not pregnant, but I couldn't think of anything else to say, to explain the uncontrollable binge eating. I hate that i think about food all the time. It's on my mind constantly.....I literally shake until I'm able to hit the vending machine, and get my next fix of sugar and fat. I hate that food has become a compulsion, and is not a treat. I hate that I hate myself and I am so fearful of what I'll become if I don't stop. I hate that I've gained ten pounds in a week (which is probably water weight), and I feel such sadness when I get on the scale. I have visions of one day getting married and having children, but I know that all that will not come into fruition, until I'm able to get my emotional state together. I wish that I could speak to my friends and family about this, but I'm too ashamed, so I'm reaching outwards. A life of where food is both your lover and your worst enemy is such a lonely place. The irony is that I'm considered an outgoing confident person and I think that most people who know me would be shocked about my secrets.
It's funny because being a black female, there are a lot of preconceptions that we should be comfortable being fat. Unfortunately, I feel that it's a stereotype that we often play into, and it's doing a lot more harm than good. Don't get we wrong, skinny models are not the answer either, but it's time to move away from the stereotypes of the “fat black girl”. Since truth be told, I don't think that anyone is truly happy being fat no matter how much you try to fake it!
This thing has come to far, and I know that I've reached that pivotal moment where it's sink or swim. Please feel free to offer your words of advice, and support. Believe me when I say that it means more than you will ever know.
Thank you,
Eve
It's funny because being a black female, there are a lot of preconceptions that we should be comfortable being fat. Unfortunately, I feel that it's a stereotype that we often play into, and it's doing a lot more harm than good. Don't get we wrong, skinny models are not the answer either, but it's time to move away from the stereotypes of the “fat black girl”. Since truth be told, I don't think that anyone is truly happy being fat no matter how much you try to fake it!
This thing has come to far, and I know that I've reached that pivotal moment where it's sink or swim. Please feel free to offer your words of advice, and support. Believe me when I say that it means more than you will ever know.
Thank you,
Eve