I think this morning I just want to talk about my feelings for awhile …
I know that I am fighting a long term depression and that recovery takes a while and that even with meds I shouldn’t expect not to feel down sometimes. But this is a bad one right now. It started last night. I even started a binge - admittedly 3 chocolate pumpkin muffins at 60 calories each is not much of a binge- but its the overwhelming feeling I’m talking about. I wanted these feelings to be gone - stupid depression.
In order to sort through my feelings, I’m going to try to break them down into categories
1. I am angry with myself: I am angry with myself because I gave in and stepped on the scale last night and this morning. I was only trying to go a week without the scale, its not that long and I had a good reason for trying to do it and I feel that this shows I lack discipline, which is of concern to me. I have some residual anger at myself for letting myself become such a mess. I am unkempt and a slob and fat (wow I just realized that statement packs a lot of anger).
2. I am worried: I am worried that I can’t beat this depression, that I can’t really lose weight and that I will never really be able to change because I am undisciplined and just a general mess.
3. I forgive myself: I forgive myself for stepping on the scale. It was an arbitrary decision to quit for a week because I thought it would help me focus on my path to getting healthier - I think I have done that. I have been cutting back on portions again, and am doing better going without wheat (yesterday excluded) this is my second day of morning walking (and believe me I really didn’t want to go this morning) Maybe discipline isn’t black or white/ all or nothing and its something you have to grow at. I will get back on my no-scale plan and forgive myself for what is really a small mistake and keep going on focusing on my path to a healthier me.
4. I will work on my self image: I see myself as a fat unkempt slob. what does the word fat mean to me? unattractive? undesirable? hopeless? housebound? doomed to be low class?
- Unkempt is easier - in being depressed and no longer going to work I have stopped taking care of my appearance. I throw my hair in a ponytail and don’t wear makeup on the best of days. When I am down, I don’t shower or brush my teeth, I pick at my acne and don’t care if I have clean neat clothes. This is disruptive to my marriage and I suspect it is bothering me more than I realize because I have a lot of feelings boiling around in there when I think about it.
- a slob? well I am, I admit it. I tend to leave things where ever I use them. Plates with food left in the living room when I finish eating. Something like 4 days worth of dishes in the sink and practically no clean clothes for anybody. I can’t even walk to my side of the bed without climbing over piles of stuff. Sigh. Having a dirty house makes me feel out of control and ashamed to have people over or when people come over.
I am working on these things and I guess I need to work on my self esteem in general. I am trying to make changes - but I admit its hard, part of me likes the freedom and free time of not caring - I just don’t like the fruit of the tree so to speak. I like not spending time picking up - but I don’t like being lonely because I won’t have people over because I’m embarrassed. I suspect these changes will be slow - but I’m getting there.
5. I’m proud of myself: This one is harder, I am not used to thinking in these terms. I am proud that I got up and went walking this morning. I really didn’t want to go. I am proud that I think about what I eat more and try to make healthier choice and choose smaller portions. I am proud that I finally sought help for my depression and I’m working on that. I am proud that I am trying. I am trying to be proud of the weight I have lost, if my little cheat scale hop on was right I may be up to 20 lbs loss and I am getting closer to my first WI goal of 299. I am proud that I can walk farther and that I can walk at all. I need to remember it was less than half a year ago that I could barely walk around the house. I walked to the library and back - 2miles- That’s really good!
ok, that’s all I’ve got right now and it has been emotionally exhausting. I am gonna have my breakfast milk and try to get cleaning on the house.
Posted on June 29th, 2011 by lostbutstilltrying
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