First off I would like to apologize for my rant below. I needed to vent, if I am really to get started I had to be ruthlessly honest.
Hello I am a 23yr old 5'6 woman weighing now 13 stone (182kg I think?). I also think I am suffering from depression, which of recent has become increasingly unbearable. I'm sure many people out there have depression - whether that be because they are overweight or the fact that depression leads to being overweight, possibly a mixture of both. For the last 3 years I have been trying to lose weight. In the light of losing the perfect career, an abusive 1 year relationship (which is a good thing but has obviously left a few emotional scars) and carrying a bag of guilt as a result of my own failures have led me to have practically zero motivation. It's a drastic change from my pre 20yr old life.
I have a job that just about covers expenses and I live at home with my family, who also do not eat healthily and I have a loving uncle who just brings me up the BIG bars of chocolate EVERY evening that I stuff my face with. I feel fine when I'm eating it, and to be honest I don't feel that bad after; I only feel regret and guilt when I go outside and see all these beautiful women who look after themselves and their appearance. I do not consider myself unattractive but in these recent years I have lost a lot of self respect. I have always needed a reason to do things. If it motivates me by god I will go for it. But when I look at myself in the mirror I think "what is the point?" and I trundle back to my chair and eat the chocolate which is about one of three things that make me happy in life. I write a lot of stories and I play a lot of games and I don't have many friends now outside of my little dream world where everything is fine and the world is perfect. This is what my live has become.
No more horse-riding, no more ice-skating, no more hiking, no more walking the dogs, no more socializing, no more eating healthily, no more swimming or all of the other things that I didn't realize how much I loved doing until I put on weight and became too embarrassed to do. Almost in punishment for not only getting to where I am but continuing to gain I don't do any of the above any more and it has been years since I promised that if I lost weight I'd start them all up again. Funny thing is it was that exact lifestyle that I had, without any seeming effort, kept me in shape. I constantly cancel on my gym buddy because my split shifts (5am-1pm, then 3pm-9pm) really knacker me out and come gym time I will come up with ANY excuse to stay at home and rest. I don't really eat a lot of sweets aside from chocolate but when I eat meals I eat probably double the advised amount and far too often in the day. It's funny because the friends I do have say that the only time I get hyper and happy is when I am eating or soon after. My entire wardrobe is now "comfy clothes" and I continue to preach to people that being comfy is best as a lame excuse because the nice clothes that did fit me are now under my bed in a suction bag. I haven't bought nice clothes, well clothes in general apart from trainers, because I keep telling myself that there is no point, when I lose weight, it would have been a waste of money. When I am with friends I am aware I try encourage them to eat because I wont lie it makes me feel better knowing that I'm not the only one that binges (now how pathetic am I huh?) I don't want to be the jealous fat girl and I do my best to be happy for those who succeed around me but I am so embarrassed to compare myself to them that I just avoid their company altogether.
Excuses, excuses, excuses. Right? I just ate a whole packet of biscuits before I wrote this, well aware I'm meant to be going gym in two hours. My family are getting a take away tonight as well. This is so self destructive because I start this pattern of "what is the point now"? And when I do go gym I'll exercise half heartedly because I know there isn't a chance in hell I can make up for my caloric intake and stare at the clock in frustration as my gym buddy, who is twice my size, barely breaks a sweat because we both admit to each other this is hard work and that despite our efforts we are both struggling to curb our bad eating habits.
I once had a will made of iron. After that relationship it just feels like I have been abandoned by my own soul. For me, my friend and my family who also for their own sakes need to lose weight, I came to you not for your pity but for the inspiration you have given me. It won't be easy but starting from now make this attempt number 1. I am on the computer more often than not and I genuinely have no excuse not to log in and type a few letters about my day and what I've eaten.
Being on the go at work makes it so hard to have a "routine" and it's even worse when I am tired because that is when I have NO willpower. I am going to a. buy some headphones and start listening to music in the gym to distract me from looking at the clock and b. invest in a watch that has an alarm and set it periodically to stop me from stuffing my face between those times. I tend to only drink water or the occasional cup of tea so on that front I'm lucky, thank god. Ty for reading if you managed to it has already made me feel a little better about going gym soon. I shouldn't be so pessimistic but I guess we all start somewhere. peace out.
Hello I am a 23yr old 5'6 woman weighing now 13 stone (182kg I think?). I also think I am suffering from depression, which of recent has become increasingly unbearable. I'm sure many people out there have depression - whether that be because they are overweight or the fact that depression leads to being overweight, possibly a mixture of both. For the last 3 years I have been trying to lose weight. In the light of losing the perfect career, an abusive 1 year relationship (which is a good thing but has obviously left a few emotional scars) and carrying a bag of guilt as a result of my own failures have led me to have practically zero motivation. It's a drastic change from my pre 20yr old life.
I have a job that just about covers expenses and I live at home with my family, who also do not eat healthily and I have a loving uncle who just brings me up the BIG bars of chocolate EVERY evening that I stuff my face with. I feel fine when I'm eating it, and to be honest I don't feel that bad after; I only feel regret and guilt when I go outside and see all these beautiful women who look after themselves and their appearance. I do not consider myself unattractive but in these recent years I have lost a lot of self respect. I have always needed a reason to do things. If it motivates me by god I will go for it. But when I look at myself in the mirror I think "what is the point?" and I trundle back to my chair and eat the chocolate which is about one of three things that make me happy in life. I write a lot of stories and I play a lot of games and I don't have many friends now outside of my little dream world where everything is fine and the world is perfect. This is what my live has become.
No more horse-riding, no more ice-skating, no more hiking, no more walking the dogs, no more socializing, no more eating healthily, no more swimming or all of the other things that I didn't realize how much I loved doing until I put on weight and became too embarrassed to do. Almost in punishment for not only getting to where I am but continuing to gain I don't do any of the above any more and it has been years since I promised that if I lost weight I'd start them all up again. Funny thing is it was that exact lifestyle that I had, without any seeming effort, kept me in shape. I constantly cancel on my gym buddy because my split shifts (5am-1pm, then 3pm-9pm) really knacker me out and come gym time I will come up with ANY excuse to stay at home and rest. I don't really eat a lot of sweets aside from chocolate but when I eat meals I eat probably double the advised amount and far too often in the day. It's funny because the friends I do have say that the only time I get hyper and happy is when I am eating or soon after. My entire wardrobe is now "comfy clothes" and I continue to preach to people that being comfy is best as a lame excuse because the nice clothes that did fit me are now under my bed in a suction bag. I haven't bought nice clothes, well clothes in general apart from trainers, because I keep telling myself that there is no point, when I lose weight, it would have been a waste of money. When I am with friends I am aware I try encourage them to eat because I wont lie it makes me feel better knowing that I'm not the only one that binges (now how pathetic am I huh?) I don't want to be the jealous fat girl and I do my best to be happy for those who succeed around me but I am so embarrassed to compare myself to them that I just avoid their company altogether.
Excuses, excuses, excuses. Right? I just ate a whole packet of biscuits before I wrote this, well aware I'm meant to be going gym in two hours. My family are getting a take away tonight as well. This is so self destructive because I start this pattern of "what is the point now"? And when I do go gym I'll exercise half heartedly because I know there isn't a chance in hell I can make up for my caloric intake and stare at the clock in frustration as my gym buddy, who is twice my size, barely breaks a sweat because we both admit to each other this is hard work and that despite our efforts we are both struggling to curb our bad eating habits.
I once had a will made of iron. After that relationship it just feels like I have been abandoned by my own soul. For me, my friend and my family who also for their own sakes need to lose weight, I came to you not for your pity but for the inspiration you have given me. It won't be easy but starting from now make this attempt number 1. I am on the computer more often than not and I genuinely have no excuse not to log in and type a few letters about my day and what I've eaten.
Being on the go at work makes it so hard to have a "routine" and it's even worse when I am tired because that is when I have NO willpower. I am going to a. buy some headphones and start listening to music in the gym to distract me from looking at the clock and b. invest in a watch that has an alarm and set it periodically to stop me from stuffing my face between those times. I tend to only drink water or the occasional cup of tea so on that front I'm lucky, thank god. Ty for reading if you managed to it has already made me feel a little better about going gym soon. I shouldn't be so pessimistic but I guess we all start somewhere. peace out.