Loch
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Hello, I'm not sure who's still around and who isn't (saw IrishPrincess and Tete still going at it, which is awesome!). I joined this site in 2009, and it took me some time, but in 2012 I hit ONEderland and felt better than I'd felt in my life. I could bike along the river, up hill, down hill, and I was walking like a maniac. I hadn't been 199lb in almost 10 years. I felt beautiful, like I could take on the world, and then it all kind of came undone.
Relationships have always been my cryptonite. I can't live with them, can't live without them. I went from an intense relationship that made me WANT to be healthy, to dejected and alone. Food, for me, has always been comforting. Soon enough, 1lb became 5lb and then I was 15lb back into the 200s.
I met my current boyfriend in November, over a year ago. He's been wonderful, supportive, I couldn't have a more kind and giving person in my life. However, his need to be enabling has sent me down a horrible path.
In the span of a year I went from 199lb to 280lb.
Who does that? How can I go from loving myself that much more (and trust me, that little bit I did was a mountain compared to how I felt in 2009) to choosing food and lethargy? I found myself growing attached to food again in a very dysfunctional way. My boyfriend enjoyed going out with his kids, and I wanted to be with him...and food became fun. It wasn't a need, it was a crutch, and now here I am.
I only have 2 pairs of pants that fit (and are getting holes on the thighs), no shirts that fit (so I don't really go out unless I wear a sweater). The tipping point? Never had I been this bad...so bad that even wiping...I told myself I'd never get to 300lb and so help me, I won't. I was begining to find it hard to fit in booths in restaurants...well, good thing, because I don't ever want to go back.
People always tell me I look good for my weight, even at 200, they thought I was at least 180. Great. Doesn't change how I feel inside. My boyfriend feels just as bad...and he's truly an enabler. He thought what I wanted - what I needed - was the food. Now, he's understanding when I say I'm staying in for the night while he takes the kids out. He helped me buy a treadmill, and I'm so thankful for that, because (pardon my french) I'm so FUCKING done with this weight.
I've started writing in a journal, and I'm on day 4. I'm joining a weight loss group called TOPS today, hoping that face to face time will help to keep me motivated and encouraged to lose weight. It's once a week, so I think this will be good for me.
Alright! So, I plan on uploading pictures tonight. I really want to stick to it this time for good. I'm gonna browse the diaries later and give ya'll some support and love <3. Thanks for reading!
Holy pancakes! This is my old journal!
Relationships have always been my cryptonite. I can't live with them, can't live without them. I went from an intense relationship that made me WANT to be healthy, to dejected and alone. Food, for me, has always been comforting. Soon enough, 1lb became 5lb and then I was 15lb back into the 200s.
I met my current boyfriend in November, over a year ago. He's been wonderful, supportive, I couldn't have a more kind and giving person in my life. However, his need to be enabling has sent me down a horrible path.
In the span of a year I went from 199lb to 280lb.
Who does that? How can I go from loving myself that much more (and trust me, that little bit I did was a mountain compared to how I felt in 2009) to choosing food and lethargy? I found myself growing attached to food again in a very dysfunctional way. My boyfriend enjoyed going out with his kids, and I wanted to be with him...and food became fun. It wasn't a need, it was a crutch, and now here I am.
I only have 2 pairs of pants that fit (and are getting holes on the thighs), no shirts that fit (so I don't really go out unless I wear a sweater). The tipping point? Never had I been this bad...so bad that even wiping...I told myself I'd never get to 300lb and so help me, I won't. I was begining to find it hard to fit in booths in restaurants...well, good thing, because I don't ever want to go back.
People always tell me I look good for my weight, even at 200, they thought I was at least 180. Great. Doesn't change how I feel inside. My boyfriend feels just as bad...and he's truly an enabler. He thought what I wanted - what I needed - was the food. Now, he's understanding when I say I'm staying in for the night while he takes the kids out. He helped me buy a treadmill, and I'm so thankful for that, because (pardon my french) I'm so FUCKING done with this weight.
I've started writing in a journal, and I'm on day 4. I'm joining a weight loss group called TOPS today, hoping that face to face time will help to keep me motivated and encouraged to lose weight. It's once a week, so I think this will be good for me.
Alright! So, I plan on uploading pictures tonight. I really want to stick to it this time for good. I'm gonna browse the diaries later and give ya'll some support and love <3. Thanks for reading!
Holy pancakes! This is my old journal!
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