This is my daughter and I on her wedding day in October of 2013. As you can see, she is extremely beautiful and I have managed to gain almost all my weight back. Irregardless this was a supremely happy day for our family and I now have a son...(my first!)
If you can tell me where the disconnect is to where I just eat blindly and gain my 100 pounds back over the last 4 years I'd like to unravel that mystery! As I have said before, I am a professional over eater!! What a profession!!
My good and great friend "J.T." has been encouraging me to start writing in my blog again. It was very therapeutic when I was eating right and staying within the eating plan I used. Perhaps he is onto something and if I just write it will help my brain/heart/emotions get reoriented into "light living".
Just getting this far to actually put up a new post is HUGE for me...no one says I'm not a complicated tangle of hot mess! If I start writing here I might have to actually change...GULP! Up to now I have been happy to just bitch about my weight and keep eating...up to now. I am beginning to feel awful again...out of breath with a lot of joint pain and always tired. (Well duh! What do I expect??)
Just getting this far to actually put up a new post is HUGE for me...no one says I'm not a complicated tangle of hot mess! If I start writing here I might have to actually change...GULP! Up to now I have been happy to just bitch about my weight and keep eating...up to now. I am beginning to feel awful again...out of breath with a lot of joint pain and always tired. (Well duh! What do I expect??)
But I feel alone. Obviously I'm not, many many people are concerned for my health and well being, but what I mean is, I alone determine what goes into my mouth...no one else can do that for me.
It is lonely to always put a guard at my mouth. There is no instant gratification for NOT eating that doughnut...to consistently delay gratification for that "someday" when people notice I've been losing weight or that I actually start feeling better is not very motivating when it's just one little doughnut, french fry, or 16 oz. sirloin. Ahem.
So I don't like it...I hate it...but I'm beginning to hate how I am feeling more.
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