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Day 1 of a new me
This whole losing weight thing is really getting to me.. in 2013, I must have started a new diet a dozen times. I started exercising for a period of time, joined a gym (figuring that would FORCE me to go since I’m paying anyway) it didn’t last long. Then I start cutting my calories to a reasonable amount and all I do is dream of junk food, cookies, ice cream and cake and before you know it I’m in my car driving to the store to get the very thing I am trying to avoid. That horrible thing called junk food that makes me so ill, it keeps me up at night with terrible indigestion
, it gives me very bad gas and makes me feel all around like junk. I feel like a drug addict, but food is my drug. I see my body taking on a shape I do not like, cellulite on my arms, really? My legs are just so big, my thighs stick together, my stomach? Forget it, all blubber. I am 5’4” and I weigh 213 lbs.
How did I let myself get here?
I have been overweight ever since I can remember. As a kid I remember being very active, always out riding my bike ALWAYS, and roller skating, and running around with the neighborhood kids playing tag, etc., so I wasn’t a lazy child, nevertheless I was overweight and teased. As an adult my weight was between 165-175 and yes I know that’s heavy, I was about a size 12-14, I had a few pregnancies in between but never ever EVER hit 200 lbs, even during pregnancy. But now here I am at 213.
I am totally disgusted with myself. I hate the way I look. I hate the way clothes look on me. I hate feeling the big fat roll getting in the way when I try to pick something up off of the floor and when I sit it’s like something is on my lap, it’s my fat. I hate when I sit and feel the blubber on my back and around my sides. I feel so disgusting. Even my fingers are taking on a “fat” shape.. something they never did. I now have those fat fingers. I really disgust myself. I can’t cross my legs, I am struggling to wipe myself (I know TMI) but I have to say it somewhere. So it seems easy enough, I am fat and I don’t want to be fat so I should exercise and cut calories, I KNOW what to do. I am an intelligent lady. I have lost a significant amount of weight years ago through proper nutrition and exercising. I know I don’t have to deprive myself and I know moderation is key. But I can’t seem to stick with it this time. I get a day or 2 on track then bam, I binge. I can go a week or 2 and BAM, binge. I know the binge will sicken me. Example.. in December (a month ago) I got down under 200, the scale was wavering between 198-199 lbs., that was a reason to celebrate. I did, by stuffing my fat face. I don’t know why.
I should have rewarded myself with something other than food, it’s as if I am punishing myself for hard work. I could even start to see my body looking leaner (I know that’s probably not the right word being so heavy) but it’s the only word I can use that fits this scenario. It makes NO sense why I do this to myself. The funny thing is that when I’m cutting calories, when I’m exercising, at the end of the day I feel so accomplished and proud of myself. I can pat myself on the back for exercising even though I may not have wanted to, I still put that DVD in and finished it. Even though I may have wanted some sort of sugary treat, I went against it and kept myself under my calorie goal and I feel so so so so good about myself. I wake up with a sense of pride and I do it again…I feel so good, my confidence starts to build… that is, until I fail. Then I eat quarts of ice cream, cookies, doesn’t matter as long as it’s food it’s going in. I eat until I literally can’t eat anymore.
I have to get the strength to overcome this. My entire attitude has taken a nosedive, I am turning into a not so nice wife and I get irrationally mad at my husband and then I yell at him because I hate myself, I know.. senseless. He is too kind, he tells me I am “hot, pretty, beautiful, gorgeous” and will even go into detail about what he loves about each and every body part, for no reason. I just finally told him last night how sick I am of myself and my weight, my body, my eating and that it’s not him.. he was shocked to find out what I have been going through internally/mentally. He kept saying “you are so beautiful and you have a beautiful body” .. really? Stop it, just stop it. I know he is trying to make me feel better but c’mon! Yuck!
So I am making some promises to myself for 2014.
I promise to blog every single day about my strengths and weaknesses.
I promise to come up with a solid plan on how to deal with the emotional eating and overcome it.
I promise that when I get mad, angry or sad that I won’t turn to food, I won’t yell at my husband, I will find something positive to do until the feeling passes and I can think straight again.
This whole losing weight thing is really getting to me.. in 2013, I must have started a new diet a dozen times. I started exercising for a period of time, joined a gym (figuring that would FORCE me to go since I’m paying anyway) it didn’t last long. Then I start cutting my calories to a reasonable amount and all I do is dream of junk food, cookies, ice cream and cake and before you know it I’m in my car driving to the store to get the very thing I am trying to avoid. That horrible thing called junk food that makes me so ill, it keeps me up at night with terrible indigestion
, it gives me very bad gas and makes me feel all around like junk. I feel like a drug addict, but food is my drug. I see my body taking on a shape I do not like, cellulite on my arms, really? My legs are just so big, my thighs stick together, my stomach? Forget it, all blubber. I am 5’4” and I weigh 213 lbs.
How did I let myself get here?
I have been overweight ever since I can remember. As a kid I remember being very active, always out riding my bike ALWAYS, and roller skating, and running around with the neighborhood kids playing tag, etc., so I wasn’t a lazy child, nevertheless I was overweight and teased. As an adult my weight was between 165-175 and yes I know that’s heavy, I was about a size 12-14, I had a few pregnancies in between but never ever EVER hit 200 lbs, even during pregnancy. But now here I am at 213.
I am totally disgusted with myself. I hate the way I look. I hate the way clothes look on me. I hate feeling the big fat roll getting in the way when I try to pick something up off of the floor and when I sit it’s like something is on my lap, it’s my fat. I hate when I sit and feel the blubber on my back and around my sides. I feel so disgusting. Even my fingers are taking on a “fat” shape.. something they never did. I now have those fat fingers. I really disgust myself. I can’t cross my legs, I am struggling to wipe myself (I know TMI) but I have to say it somewhere. So it seems easy enough, I am fat and I don’t want to be fat so I should exercise and cut calories, I KNOW what to do. I am an intelligent lady. I have lost a significant amount of weight years ago through proper nutrition and exercising. I know I don’t have to deprive myself and I know moderation is key. But I can’t seem to stick with it this time. I get a day or 2 on track then bam, I binge. I can go a week or 2 and BAM, binge. I know the binge will sicken me. Example.. in December (a month ago) I got down under 200, the scale was wavering between 198-199 lbs., that was a reason to celebrate. I did, by stuffing my fat face. I don’t know why.
I should have rewarded myself with something other than food, it’s as if I am punishing myself for hard work. I could even start to see my body looking leaner (I know that’s probably not the right word being so heavy) but it’s the only word I can use that fits this scenario. It makes NO sense why I do this to myself. The funny thing is that when I’m cutting calories, when I’m exercising, at the end of the day I feel so accomplished and proud of myself. I can pat myself on the back for exercising even though I may not have wanted to, I still put that DVD in and finished it. Even though I may have wanted some sort of sugary treat, I went against it and kept myself under my calorie goal and I feel so so so so good about myself. I wake up with a sense of pride and I do it again…I feel so good, my confidence starts to build… that is, until I fail. Then I eat quarts of ice cream, cookies, doesn’t matter as long as it’s food it’s going in. I eat until I literally can’t eat anymore.
I have to get the strength to overcome this. My entire attitude has taken a nosedive, I am turning into a not so nice wife and I get irrationally mad at my husband and then I yell at him because I hate myself, I know.. senseless. He is too kind, he tells me I am “hot, pretty, beautiful, gorgeous” and will even go into detail about what he loves about each and every body part, for no reason. I just finally told him last night how sick I am of myself and my weight, my body, my eating and that it’s not him.. he was shocked to find out what I have been going through internally/mentally. He kept saying “you are so beautiful and you have a beautiful body” .. really? Stop it, just stop it. I know he is trying to make me feel better but c’mon! Yuck!
So I am making some promises to myself for 2014.
I promise to blog every single day about my strengths and weaknesses.
I promise to come up with a solid plan on how to deal with the emotional eating and overcome it.
I promise that when I get mad, angry or sad that I won’t turn to food, I won’t yell at my husband, I will find something positive to do until the feeling passes and I can think straight again.