I've been depressed for most of my life because of weight issues and I've almost had enough.
In the next few days I'm going to start the Atkins diet. I've made up my mind and I've got to try. I can't be this miserable for very much longer.
I'm so sick of missing out on life because I feel I'm too big to enjoy it. Things that should make me happy don't because my weight is constantly on my mind.
I can't enjoy playing with my daughter because I get tired too easily. I don't make friends because I am too embarrassed to leave the house. My husband and I are struggling with my mood swings. I go from hot to cold so easily because I'm so insecure. My husband blames himself sometimes for my moods and he does't understand that it's hard for me to accept his love when I don't love myself.
I have to do this. The end results are so worth the actual suffering I'm going to have to go through to get there. I just hope I can stay focused on what I'm trying to accomplish. I can also only hope that my husband stays behind me. He's what I call an enabler. He's the one that comes home with eclaires (my favorite) and Baskin Robbins as presents. I know he means well and he only wants to make me happy, but he's only making it harder for me. We've been talking about this diet for the past week and he's starting to read the notes I've made for him so hopefully he'll be able to help out instead of make it harder for me.
I'm making this diary so I can vent openly about what's going on in my head, without having to listen to my skinny friends tell me that I'm overreacting. I need somewhere that I can say what I want to say, and use it as motivation.
I'm gonna do this. I can do this. I can endure any amount of pain necessary, as long as there is results at the end, I can do it. Let's just hope this has some results.
In the next few days I'm going to start the Atkins diet. I've made up my mind and I've got to try. I can't be this miserable for very much longer.
I'm so sick of missing out on life because I feel I'm too big to enjoy it. Things that should make me happy don't because my weight is constantly on my mind.
I can't enjoy playing with my daughter because I get tired too easily. I don't make friends because I am too embarrassed to leave the house. My husband and I are struggling with my mood swings. I go from hot to cold so easily because I'm so insecure. My husband blames himself sometimes for my moods and he does't understand that it's hard for me to accept his love when I don't love myself.
I have to do this. The end results are so worth the actual suffering I'm going to have to go through to get there. I just hope I can stay focused on what I'm trying to accomplish. I can also only hope that my husband stays behind me. He's what I call an enabler. He's the one that comes home with eclaires (my favorite) and Baskin Robbins as presents. I know he means well and he only wants to make me happy, but he's only making it harder for me. We've been talking about this diet for the past week and he's starting to read the notes I've made for him so hopefully he'll be able to help out instead of make it harder for me.
I'm making this diary so I can vent openly about what's going on in my head, without having to listen to my skinny friends tell me that I'm overreacting. I need somewhere that I can say what I want to say, and use it as motivation.
I'm gonna do this. I can do this. I can endure any amount of pain necessary, as long as there is results at the end, I can do it. Let's just hope this has some results.