Last night I posted this to my Tumblr. After I hit publish, I felt something hit my cheeks. They were tears of frustration. Anger. Sadness. Loneliness. Anxiousness. I could say that I let the scale dictate how I felt and instead of keeping strong, I decided to revert to old habits. But it wasn't the scale. It was me. I chose to deal with my day this way.
As I mentioned in my weigh in post, I am thinking of trying to eat clean & follow a detailed eating plan. I could've bought the book for my Kindle but I wanted it to be an actual paper book. I went to many different stores in my county and was feeling extremely anxious because I didn't find it. You would think that the book was made out of gold due to the way I was acting because I had to have it. I ended up ordering it from Amazon and proceeded to eat everything around me. I almost feel like the book was supposed to be a life saver because I felt like I was drowning. I can't pinpoint exactly why I felt like this all day. When I looked in the mirror yesterday all I could see was my weight. 93 pounds ago when I would look in the mirror, I was indifferent to what I saw reflected. I just didn't care. Yesterday was a different story. I was very critical and judgmental of what was reflected in the mirror. I didn't like what I seeing.
Yesterday all the effort that I have put in the past few months didn't matter. I couldn't shovel food in my mouth fast enough. I could literally feel how bloated I was getting and I kept on eating. I was punishing myself and I don't know why. All I could think of was "who the fuck could love someone who looks like you? You aren't worth it so why keep trying. Just keep eating." All day long that's all I thought about. That and finding that damn book. I honestly became scary obsessed about it.
I've read posts where people have their "last straw moment' and that's when they decided to do something about their weight loss. I didn't have one. One Monday in September 2010 I decided to go to Weight Watchers for the fourth or fifth time and decided to sign up. I have kept going ever since. I don't know why this time I have stuck to it. But I am so done being fat. Yes, I said it. Fat, obese and huge. I want to be fit and healthy. I want to be normal. I want to do normal things that others do without worrying about my size or what people will think of someone my weight doing (insert activity that normal people do).
This past year that I've been unemployed I haven't let that be an excuse to eat everything and not work out. In fact, I actually pushed myself more because I don't want to be an unemployed fat loser. I am trying to take advantage of the time that I have and do good with it. I don't read the newspaper because I find it depressing and try to fill my days with positivity because I know how fragile I can be at at times. I don't sit in front of the TV watching it all day. I am trying to be better. I don't want to be that person whose back would hurt when they walked a block or couldn't catch their breath going up one flight of stairs. Just one. That's how bad I was.
Yesterday was a mistake. I am not perfect and I will probably have more days like yesterday. Maybe not as severe but they happen. Today it's time to exorcise the demons I have inside me. Exorcise them by poisoning them with healthy food and flushing them out by working out.
Success seems to be connected with action. Successful people keep moving. They make mistakes, but they don't quit. - Conrad Hilton















