Rast ich, so rost ich. When I rest, I rust. I have rested to the point where my bones and muscles no longer remember motion. I'm inactive. I keep asking for rides instead of walking. Yes, it is hot and humid. Yes, my legs rub together and chafe and make me want to never go outside again, but there is no reason why I should have gained this weight! I am only getting worse. I am rusting.
Despite this I can't seem to force myself to accept that I am fat. That I gained over ten pounds in a week and a half, and now, over a month later have still neglected to do anything. That by the time I turn twenty, I won't just be a chubby teenage girl, but will be an obese woman. That the idea of losing weight floated around in my head in FEBRUARY, back when I first joined this community, and that I have become heavier since then. That if I had any ounce of determination and self respect I would be a completely different person by this point!
I don't want to struggle with this for the rest of my life. I see pictures of myself, and am honestly appaled! For some reason I have it in my mind that I look great. I don't. I really don't. I know I don't. Yet I sabotage myself continually!
My life has been ridiculously straining this past year. I'm sure it contributes to my weight problem. I always thought I was a bored eater, and not a stress eater. I'm not sure. I am such a responsible and in control teenager, but sometimes I want and need help with things. I can't do everything alone, I can't be a mother to my own mom. I'm not sure if I can lose this weight alone, but I hope so. When I first made buddies in here eventually they stopped talking. I don't want that.
No more time frames. I will do good old calorie counting, and hope for the best. I'm not even sure about weekly weigh ins. I just want to ease back into this slowly. D: My eating habits have been more that excessive. I'll tone it down. I will. I did it before.
Despite this I can't seem to force myself to accept that I am fat. That I gained over ten pounds in a week and a half, and now, over a month later have still neglected to do anything. That by the time I turn twenty, I won't just be a chubby teenage girl, but will be an obese woman. That the idea of losing weight floated around in my head in FEBRUARY, back when I first joined this community, and that I have become heavier since then. That if I had any ounce of determination and self respect I would be a completely different person by this point!
I don't want to struggle with this for the rest of my life. I see pictures of myself, and am honestly appaled! For some reason I have it in my mind that I look great. I don't. I really don't. I know I don't. Yet I sabotage myself continually!
My life has been ridiculously straining this past year. I'm sure it contributes to my weight problem. I always thought I was a bored eater, and not a stress eater. I'm not sure. I am such a responsible and in control teenager, but sometimes I want and need help with things. I can't do everything alone, I can't be a mother to my own mom. I'm not sure if I can lose this weight alone, but I hope so. When I first made buddies in here eventually they stopped talking. I don't want that.
No more time frames. I will do good old calorie counting, and hope for the best. I'm not even sure about weekly weigh ins. I just want to ease back into this slowly. D: My eating habits have been more that excessive. I'll tone it down. I will. I did it before.
I don't count calories and I weigh in twice a month. I've been on this weight loss journey since June 1st... the day when I said I had enough...my life is changing and this is going to happen now or never!