I'm down to 136 (from 176 pounds). I've tried losing more, but for the last year the scale just WILL not budge. I still feel fat, and in almost every picture its a tossup as to whether I will look big or not. I'm so frustrated and angry...I know I should be grateful, but I guess I feel like cheated. I feel like its very unfair that I never really seem eat as much as I want to, yet I am still fat. I think constantly having to exert self-control (all day, every day) is making me cranky and sad.
When I was bigger, I always had food to comfort me. It was a reliable, always-available source of happiness. Now I've lost that, and I don't have anything to replace it with. I certainly haven't replaced it with feeling thin. I look in the mirror, and I still feel big. I'm miserable and I dont know why. I think part of it is that even when I was bigger, I was happy. I had friends. I think I dressed well enough that I did a good job of hiding the weight, I'm pretty sure most people would be shocked if they knew how much I really weighed. It just seems that for all the sacrifices I've made...I've gained very little. Pun intended, lol. I was just wondering if any of you had similar experiences. Its like...wheres my happy ending??