Hi Ladies,
I'm 27, and am on this weight journey for the umpteenth time. I have spent most of my 20s up or down by a 30ibs-40ibs point swing. It started when I was 17 and had my thyroid removed due to Grave's Disease, and just never got better, even when they regulated my hormones synthetically. The thing is, I used to eat terribly when I had a thyroid in overdrive, and have never unlearned those bad habits - I've developed this relationship with food that has clearly proven hard to break.
I'm sitting here in my apartment, on a saturday night, having a glass of wine and doing some writing and reflecting, and started feeling terrible: like I've wasted almost all of my 20s with this weight stuff. I am 216ibs, and my goal weight is 165isb - if I lose 1 pound a week consistently it will take a YEAR to get to goal - and we all know that it isn't that linear. That would put me well into my 28th year...
All of that food, in the moment, felt fun and indulgent and like I deserved it - whether it was pizza, ice cream, pasta, cookies. For a long time it just felt fun - like an expression of joy and life. But now, it feels like a trap. And I wish I could take it all back. And that I've just wasted so. much. time.
So much of my life.
Thanks for letting me vent and have a pity party - I suppose this kind of overly indulgent self reflection is a direct result of Tori Amos and red wine...

I think the most important part of weight loss is forgiving yourself as quickly as possible. You sound angry at yourself for gaining the weight (and I totally understand that) but if you don't forgive yourself, every workout will sound like a punishment to yourself instead of a celebration.
) and i've felt like that a bunch of times...