‘Where do you go to get anorexia?’* ~ Shelley Winters

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I bit the bullet, and walked into Weight Watchers. As I’d suspected, I’ve gained. Eight pounds. If I were taller, it would look all right. If I were initially at the lower range of my age group, then eight pounds would be passable. Not great but there would still be some wiggle room to do things. Now I’ve officially gone back onto the overweight range again.

Still, things could be worse. I must focus on the fact that I still have 7 months to my 30th birthday, I still feel good enough, and I can still keep my “skinny” clothes around for a little bit longer before I have to give them away. If I manage to get things under control and lose the weight, I won’t need to go shopping for larger sized clothes.

Anyway, I am now officially on WeightWatchers. I figure I’ll give it 10 weeks. Within that time, I hope to see some progress. Wish me luck! :D

 

*It’s just a quote  I found funny- to show how people say things like this when they’re frustrated with their weight. I do not condone anorexia, nor am I an anorexic. Healthy approach to diet and exercise is the way to go! Now all I need to do is learn how to stay on track and not give in to my love for mac and cheese!

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Went on a binge again last night - 3 slices of BBQ chicken pizza, 1 coke and 5 marshmallows. I think I ate my entire day’s calories in one sitting! I felt so damn fat and bloated and guilty afterwards, and yet I couldn’t seem to stop myself as I stuffed myself. I ate quickly, as though i was going to get caught by someone, even though I was completely alone at home. This is so not normal.

Haven’t worked out since my last post either :(

Accepting responsibility

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Ok, I admit to overreacting a bit. The truth of the matter is, I had a great time with my cousins, and that I love them and they love me etc etc etc. I was just angry at myself for not having the will power to say no. Like P, round and bosoxfan pointed out, while it’s tough - there are ways to graciously decline. The horrid part is realizing that you don’t want to decline. I was angry because I was weak and tempted and gave in. I used my cousin’s wife as an excuse. No really. Of course she may have her own reasons - old school hospitality, wanting to maintain the status quo - whatever, but the point is I should have had the will power to resist, but in the end, subconsciously, I did not want to. So I ate. I let myself eat all the food. I didn’t just stop at eating the “forbidden food”, I ate copious amounts of it. That was all me.

Accepting responsibility.

And hitting the gym every other day in penance.