Hi,
I first came to your site when I started to get healthy. I started to care. But now, it feels like I was just fooling myself.
I went strong for three weeks. Eating well was becoming a habit, working out also was becoming addictive. I never really saw any results except for better cardio endurance.
This week however, my always super supportive significant other shot me down in self defense for himself. I deserved it, because I had said something rather heartless without thinking. Any other insult i would have shrugged away and talked through it. But he got me with a small "fat remark". He wasnīt even trying. I know he didnīt mean for me to take it the way I did. But I couldnīt handle it. At all. At 1130 at night when we could have been sound asleep, I was on the bathroom floor crying my eyes out and actually had gotten so upset that I starting vomitting.
I wasnīt really thinking with a straight head, I was so strung up thinking about how Iīll always be fat and no one ever really has nor ever will love me. I connected being fat with my gramotherīs death, with my non-existant relationship with my father, with all the hellish years in middle school and high school, with work, with anything and everything I felt bad about.
That was 3 days ago. Since then, I have gone back to eating fast food twice a day and convincing myself that it really is good for me. I have not even driven past the gym. I slept 40 of the past 72 hours. And I havenīt changed out of my strech sweat pants.
It has really hit me this time. My boyfriend is so worried he canīt sleep. Before he went to work tonight, he actually said "why donīt you go to the gym hun, youīll feel better. or you could just do a little house work with your ankle weights. " I know this can be read in the wrong way, but he was trying to make me feel better, thatīs the point.
I donīt know what to do to get out of this slump. Please help.
Megan, 20 years old, central ohio
