jw372
New member
Greetings, all. I'm new here and feeling a bit shy, but hoping this can be a motivational tool for me to lose the weight I need to lose.
Because I'm morbidly obese. I have been for a long, long time. In high school, I went to a weight loss camp and managed to lose twenty pounds while there, and twenty pounds after. So I know I'm capable of losing weight. The problem is that it's nearly impossible for me to keep my eye on the prize--that is to say, not being ridiculously overweight.
As of today, I weigh 287 pounds--that's close to my all-time high of 293. I feel ashamed and helpless. Worse than the way my body works, I'm ashamed of my behaviors and the way I constantly jump on food as though I were a starving woman. I wish I understood why I do this, why I behave as though food were a treasure that I must acquire at all costs and then stuff into my body. I spend far too much money on food, and I'd like that to stop too.
Most of all, I don't want to be unable to stand when I'm seventy years old. I don't want to lose all my mobility and self-determination just because I couldn't control my behaviors now. I want the good health and strength I've been blessed with so far to continue into my old age.
So I'm going to try and keep this diary every day. It's going to be hard--I'm bad at follow-through. But I'm going to take one day at a time and try to be consistent. What I'm going to try and do here that's scariest is to write down everything I eat and charge myself not to lie to make myself look better. I've seen how fantastically supportive everyone here is, and I know there's no reason not to be honest with you and with myself.
My present weight loss goal is to be at 275 pounds on May 1. That may be a little optimistic--slightly more than a pound a week--but it gives me a concrete goal and a deadline to strive for.
But to begin the record--I haven't had a very good day today, eating-wise. I had pizza for both breakfast and lunch, a snack of Yoplait yoghurt, and at least a cup of coffee with milk and sugar.
I threw out the leftover pizza, though, when I thought about how bad it tasted (it was really inferior pizza) and how much I would prefer losing a bit of weight to continuing to stuff that garbage in my mouth.
So my dinner is going to be a corn chowder and a small quesadilla with black beans and cheese. It's not fantastically healthy fare, but it's better than more of that frickin' pizza. I also want to have some fresh pineapple and maybe some grapefruit before the day ends.
And, damn it, I'm going to do at least fifteen minutes on my elliptical machine this evening. It's time I got back to doing things that make me feel good.
Because I'm morbidly obese. I have been for a long, long time. In high school, I went to a weight loss camp and managed to lose twenty pounds while there, and twenty pounds after. So I know I'm capable of losing weight. The problem is that it's nearly impossible for me to keep my eye on the prize--that is to say, not being ridiculously overweight.
As of today, I weigh 287 pounds--that's close to my all-time high of 293. I feel ashamed and helpless. Worse than the way my body works, I'm ashamed of my behaviors and the way I constantly jump on food as though I were a starving woman. I wish I understood why I do this, why I behave as though food were a treasure that I must acquire at all costs and then stuff into my body. I spend far too much money on food, and I'd like that to stop too.
Most of all, I don't want to be unable to stand when I'm seventy years old. I don't want to lose all my mobility and self-determination just because I couldn't control my behaviors now. I want the good health and strength I've been blessed with so far to continue into my old age.
So I'm going to try and keep this diary every day. It's going to be hard--I'm bad at follow-through. But I'm going to take one day at a time and try to be consistent. What I'm going to try and do here that's scariest is to write down everything I eat and charge myself not to lie to make myself look better. I've seen how fantastically supportive everyone here is, and I know there's no reason not to be honest with you and with myself.
My present weight loss goal is to be at 275 pounds on May 1. That may be a little optimistic--slightly more than a pound a week--but it gives me a concrete goal and a deadline to strive for.
But to begin the record--I haven't had a very good day today, eating-wise. I had pizza for both breakfast and lunch, a snack of Yoplait yoghurt, and at least a cup of coffee with milk and sugar.
I threw out the leftover pizza, though, when I thought about how bad it tasted (it was really inferior pizza) and how much I would prefer losing a bit of weight to continuing to stuff that garbage in my mouth.
So my dinner is going to be a corn chowder and a small quesadilla with black beans and cheese. It's not fantastically healthy fare, but it's better than more of that frickin' pizza. I also want to have some fresh pineapple and maybe some grapefruit before the day ends.
And, damn it, I'm going to do at least fifteen minutes on my elliptical machine this evening. It's time I got back to doing things that make me feel good.




