Cheryl:
Aww poor honey, I'm sorry you're having a few bad days in a row! Hope it turns around for ya! And... I've never been THIN either. I've been a slightly soft/pudgy version of "normal" before, but never thin. I'm just hoping now to get to a point where I'm somewhat athletic, whether that leaves me "thin" or not.
Alabama:
Oh man. I hear you. We JUST got over a heat wave of "39 degrees, feels like 44 with the humidity" type weather.. no idea what that is in ferenheit. Well over 100 I think.
I'd take my spin class, then walk out into the wall of wet sweaty disgustingness and just hate my life. I crawled into bed every night with these bean-bag things that were in the freezer all day and cranked our crappy A/C to its max.
The one thing I will say for hot hot weather: you are VERY aware of extra weight, and it can motivate you to want to get it the HELLLL off!
Lala:
Oh man. I am 1000% addicted to food, and I'm nearly ALWAYS thinking about it. It's part of the journey to learn to recognize when you're actually hungry/your body needs fuel, and when you're just stuffing your face because you can, and you want to. Believe me, when you get to feeling more in control, and learn to pound a glass of water instead of snacking... you feel amazing.
But I, for one, will never stop thinking about my next meal.
sontaikle
Omigosh, yep. Worn out more than my fair share of jeans inner-thighs. And can't wear skirts without a pair of shorts in there to offset the inner-thigh friction. I DO remember that around 150, I'm able to wear skirts again... my thighs still touch, but they manage to slip past each other without causing friction... and a painful RASH. *facepalm*
lollerskates:
It TOTALLY does help with the motivation if you stick to it regularly! Come join the "getting out of the 160s/170s" thread!
Davi:
My boyfriend came into the room a few weeks back and I was sitting cross-legged on the bed with a pair of jeans on my lap, hand-stitching a chunk of denim onto the worn-through inner thigh. He thought I was mental, but I was having a "NOOOO, THESE ARE MY FAVOURITE JEANS, THEY CAN'T BE DEAAAAD!!!!" kind of moment and was determined to save them. It sorta worked, but you can see the patches when I walk. FML.
Deh:
Rock on, woman! Glad to hear you've re-focused! Now we've just gotta get through another weekend and keep that motivation up!
As for me...
My little (or rather, not-so-little) legs are dead from spin class, where I sit at the back and stare at the jealousy-inducing perfect asses of the 83 lb chicks in front of me in their Lululemon pants and sports bras. (Seriously. Today one chick didn't wear a top, just her bra.)
As things stand, it's a miracle that I'm able to keep pedaling for the entire 45 minutes, and I am in
awe of the perfect-asses who are SOMEHOW able to keep up with the instructor while I gasp for air and ignore his instructions to turn up the tension.
Regardless, my sweat-soaked top (some of us still wear those, Little Miss Sports Bra) says I'm WORKING HARD, and I figure...if I keep going... I'll get there.