I'm really not sure how much sense this will make.. I'm just kind of letting letters spill out of my hands, letting come what may. Usually this only happens in my journals, but tonight I feel the need to share it.
November, 2005 - I had gone from 210 to 186, and I was feeling pretty damn good. Heck, I reached my goal weight way ahead of schedule! I was on top of the world... until I just stopped caring. I had classes that I was determined to do well in, to keep my 3.7 gpa and my Phi Theta Kappa status. I had NaNoWriMo, a challenge I had heard of from a friend, in which you have 30 days to write a 50,000 word novel. And I just didn't care. I thought I had done so well.. I mean, I was almost in a size 12! I was going to be super hot, and able to surprise my boyfriend (who was on deployment until March). I didn't need 3FC. I didn't have the time or the money for Curves. And I could continue on my own.. I just needed the jump start, right?
Now here I am, almost a full year later. It's starting again.. my weigh in said 200 this morning, if it reads the same tomorrow I'll update my ticker. I think you all can understand why I don't want to put it just yet, it feels like a failure. I wasn't even going to exercise today... it was hard to make myself do it, since I hadn't the last 3 days. Maybe I'm just bored with this dvd.. my new one better come soon. I'm not even feeling good about my weight, like I was last year. Slightly optimistic, but that's fast fading. I just don't care right now, and I know that's bad. I mean.. the boards couldn't even inspire me today. It was all sheer willpower.
This entire week I've been doing little binges... maybe that's what made me gain back a lb. The disappointment I feel when I do it,
I don't want to give up. I don't want to be swimming in this fat, feeling out of control. I don't want to fall into disease, with family histories of diabetis and heart problems on both sides. I have $180 saved up for my shopping trip.. i want to keep that a priority, I want my friend to come down here and have a spree the likes I have never dreamed of before, and will most likely never have again.
I'm terrified of disappearing, and giving up. I don't want to be a statistic, I've always prided myself on being above the ordinary. I want to prove myself better now, to all the kids who tortured me all my life about my weight problem. And I'm scared I'll start making excuses to not come here, to not exercise (already starting that!), to let myself have a "snack food" that aren't the 100 calorie packs.
The amount lost is about the same, the time frame is about right. But it has to be different. I have to be different. I refuse to be a failure again.. and yet I'm terrified I will be.
If you've made it this far and understood, thank you. This was sounding so angry when I was writing in my head.. I hope it didn't come out that way. I'm not even sure if I'm asking for advice, opinions, or what.. I just had to get it out.
!Fae



