Hello All!
Let me give you a little background info on me. I am 20 years old and I am a full time student with a part time job. I've lost almost 20 pounds in the last 2 years. It has been a long journey. Two years ago I thought that if I could just get to where I am today I would be so happy. Turns out that I am still not happy with my body. It is as if I just can't ever be happy with myself. I think that it is one of the most difficult things to be completely happy.
I've been reading this great book called "When women stop hating their bodies. Overcoming Overeating." It was really helping me for a while but I am slowly regressing back to my old habit. I have come to grips with myself that I am an overeater and that it is an unhealthy habit. Food is like a drug. Some people smoke pot or snort cocainne to slip away from reality. Instead, to deal with my emotions I eat. I eat to the point that I am so stuffed I can barely get off the couch. I get the thought of purging but I've only done that once and it really isnt for me. So I just sit an wallow in my fatness. I dwell on how insane it was for me to eat all that food. Then I feel sad...sad for myself that I felt so bad that I needed to hurt myself to feel better.
Yesterday I was feeling down and somehow I began my binge around 1 in the afternoon with some coffee stuffed oreos. From there on out it was a non-stop what can I put in my mouth contest. I wasnt even eating food I liked, just whatever was around. I was about to post on this site when I got a phone call.
There is a guy in one of my classes at school and I thought he was really cute. He got my number off a class list and called me last night. We talked for over an hour and made a date for tonight. You would think that that would have made me happy. I am sitting here wasting time because I dont even feel like getting in the shower. I don't even want to go out. I feel like crawling into my bed and going to sleep. I just want to cry or scream. I feel like doing something outrageous. Something is definately wrong with me right now and I cant put my finger on it. I am way too emotional. I dont what my problem is. But I think that I am still down from my binge yesterday and I ate badly today too.
I know that I use food to fill a void inside of me. I feel lonely and that is why I want to eat. It's like food keeps me company and I just never want it to leave. I want a boyfriend but i keep telling myself that unless I am at peace and happy with myself I will never be able to give myself to someone else. It is true. I know because I always ruin relationships and it always comes back to me...
I honestly think that a lot of my bad body image comes from our society. Everywhere you go the ideal body is thrown in your face. On tv, in magazines, billboards...they all scream, "Look at her...she's hot...you want to be like her...you want to buy our jeans/shoes/perfume and look just like her...don't you? She's cool, she's happy, she's got a hot man on her arm. She's a sexual goddess...." I feel like I am constantly bombarded with images and thoughts of what I should be like.
The weight I have lost is slowly creeping back up....pound by pound...binge by binge. Summer is coming soon and I wanted to be in a bikini by that time but my self-sabotaging efforts are dragging me further and further from my goal. I feel insane.
I just want to close my eyes and open them and have the entire world be accepting and loving of everyone. Regardless of skin color, race, ethnicity, beauty, weight...everyone seen as beautiful. Wouldn't that be a wonderful place? I can just see the sun shining...I can feel the warmth...I can see the smilies on everyones face. Now that I think of it, beeuty is in the eyes of the beholder. What is stoping me from closing my eyes and opening them to a world seen through rose colored glasses?
Ok...enough of my venting and dreaming. I must get ready for my "date". I have to try and be happy. Thanks for listening.
By the way, I am also quitting smoking and the cravings are coming on real strong right now! I can resist...I can.