I just started my weight loss journey for the what seems like millionth time yesterday. Lately, I don't know where to turn. I feel alone. I know it's depression again.
My bf and I moved in together a few months ago when I realized that this is the man I want to spend my life with. Since then, I've had lots "bad" happen. I was terminated from my job over false accusations, my due date from my miscarriage approached, medical problems with my parents, custody issues with my nieces and more. As this occured, I quickly packed on weight. Almost twenty pounds since April actually. But what took it to far was laying down tonight. My bf and I have been sleeping under different covers for awhile now. I allowed him to cuddle for the first time in awhile, but as he held me he started crying. He burst out and let me know everything. I don't like being touched anymore. I push him away when he tries to touch me or be intimate. I don't even wanna kiss him a lot because I know it leads to more. He doesn't understand any of this. I don't understand all of it. Those last twenty pounds just cut it off for me.
I weighed in on Saturday night at 257.9. In eighth grade, at my heaviest ever, I weighed 258. Those days were the worst days of my life. I hated myself. I did drugs. I took diet pills. I starved myself. Anything that could make me lighter, i did. I got down to 167 pounds. To see that number again, scares the **** out of me. Makes me wonder where i'm gonna turn this time. I'm happy with him, i'm just not happy inside of myself. It's impossible to explain this. I grew up with him, so he knows my struggle but he's had a different life. He weighed almost 400 pounds when he graduated just 11 months ago. Now he weighs 280 pounds. He eats horribly and works out once a week. He doesn't get why I get upset. I eat healthy, work out a few times a week, and gain weight. He eats pizza and donuts and hot dogs every day, workouts once a week and the weight falls off. I can't make myself come to terms with this. I get extremely upset with myself for not being able to accept this and just work a little bit harder. I want it to come easy.
The only thing I can think about when he even tries to touch me anymore is "how would that look jiggling in the mirror?" or "I have enough meat for six villages to feed on." I can't look at myself the same. No matter how dressed up I get, I still don't feel beautiful enough. He tells me I am.
I just want to hear the negativity. It almost brings me up to hear that i'm ugly or fat, it makes me feel better that somebody is just honest with me even though I know the truth. Deep within, I know the deal.
I also know i'm trying. And I wish that people around me could see it. I can't talk to anybody without them telling me i'm not doing enough or i'm not worthy enough.
I just wish I was back to 175 pounds. I want a magic pill.
I want my happy ending.




But it can't be helped. I can't grow any more, nor can I develop a super-fast metabolism that'll burn everything off in no time (I have a hypoactive thyroid that is sluggish even with medication).