I've lost well over 100 pounds yet it feels like nothing. I still have 100 to go and have been stuck being at the halfway point for over a year, and it's hard to tell the difference or remember how big I used to be. I feel like I'm killing myself just to get another 20 pounds down, which would get me down to my lowest weight ever as an adult.
My jeans size has not budged within the last 40 pounds, and I feel like I'll be in a 22-24 for forever. When will I ever get out of plus sizes?
I'm struggling to embrace it right now but even the thought of exercise is completely uncomfortable and scary. I wish I could get by on just eating right, but that's why I haven't lost anything in the past year.
I feel horrible about it, but one of my ex-best friends is serving as an inspiration: I can't stand the idea of her reaching her goal weight without me doing the same.
I hate my stomach. Hate hate hate it. I've always been an apple and I'd die to have a stomach that curves in instead of out, even if only slightly.
I feel like I have the saggiest, ugliest breasts in the entire world.
I envy how one of my sisters-in-law puts down her fork halfway through dessert because it's "too sweet" for her. ****, I could down an entire can of frosting in one sitting if I let myself!
I occasionally stumble across my ex on facebook and secretly gloat that he's gained so much weight since breaking up with me; he often told me he'd find me more attractive if I hadn't "let myself go" . . . and that was after I'd lost 80 pounds while living with him!
