How many times can I come back here and write the same sh*@# again, again and over again? It’s ridiculous. And boring. And depressing.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve fallen off the wagon BIG TIME! What had started with a few slack days has soon turned into week-long binges... And believe me, it wasn’t just the odd piece of chocolate or the bag of crisps here and there. I’m talking about fully-fledged binges. I’ve been eating like there’s no tomorrow, and there was nothing that stopped me from stuffing my face like the biggest pig in the world. Not the alarming number on the scale. Not the jeans that suddenly felt snug again. Not even the bloated feeling and the stomach ache after eating so much junk. I’m disgusted at myself.
I’m alarmingly close to my highest weight again. No scratch that, I probably AM at my highest weight now. Who am I kidding? When I weighed in at my first ever WW meeting in May 2005, I was 81.2 kg / 179 lbs. That was fully clothed and probably after having breakfast. Today, I weighed in at 79.5 kg / 175.3 lbs – but that was first thing in the morning, just after the loo and butt naked. So there. I’m back at sqare one.
It’s feels like it’s been ages since I last went to the gym too… I probably lost every ounce of muscle I built up. At least, that’s how it felt when I went on a bike ride yesterday. My cousin invited us over to play some board games, which I really love. In order to convince my boy, I suggested going by bike – it’s about 5k, with lots of uphill parts. A few months ago, this would have been easy. I wouldn’t even have considered it to be a workout. Piece of cake.
But yesterday, let me tell you, I was so out of breath and really struggled to keep up with the boy, who didn’t even ride that fast. And while I was lagging behind, trying hard not to cry, the waistband of my jeans cut into my stomach and made me feel even more uncomfortable. How could I let myself get to this point again? I was so angry at myself! Yet it didn’t stop me from gobbling up handfuls of the snacks my cousin offered… Again, what the f%*@ is wrong with me???
I feel like the fat girl again. My clothes don’t fit and I feel unattractive and unworthy and just uncomfortable in my own skin. I know that I was nowhere near a healthy or normal weight when I was a few pounds lighter last summer, but boy did it make a difference! I felt in control and that gave me confidence. I felt confident and deep down I was convinced that I can do this, that I’ll reach my goal eventually. Now I’m not so sure. I’ve lost any control I had and I’m afraid that I’ll never get it back if I don’t snap out of this mindset soon…
Sorry to be such a cry baby! I know I’m the only one who can turn things around. After all, there’s nobody forcing me to eat that much, and there’s no one who makes me stay at home when I could go to the gym really… I know all this, and yet I can’t seem to get my act together and do it right. I feel like a failure. That’s also the reason I have posted so irregularly in the past few weeks. I don’t even really deserve to call this a weight loss blog anymore…
I feel like giving up. But I won’t. I can’t. I don’t want to feel like this any longer. I want to feel confident and alive again. Right now, I just don’t know how to go about it… Hopefully, I’ll figure it soon!
If you have any advice to offer, please feel free to leave me a comment. I'm at the end of my tether, so any little piece of advice is much appreciated...