I wasn't sure where to put this, but I've gotta get this out, so it's landing here. I think I'm really on the verge of an anxiety attack! It might all come out a little jumbled, but I'll try to keep it clear.
I struggle with self-esteem/worth issues; always have. This weight I'm carrying and trying to lose has all come on in about 1 1/2 years. As I'm really good at punishing myself, I haven't bought myself clothes since Jan and March/April of 2011. Yup, you read that right. At that time, I was about 120-125. When I finally got motivated enough to do something about it I was 162.6.
I wore things until they were way too uncomfortable to wear and absolutely did NOT belong on my body, let alone in public. I refused to buy myself something that fit. I didn't deserve it. I needed to lose what I'd gained, then I'd have plenty of clothes. I was NOT going to reward myself for growing out of my clothes!
As of one week ago, tomorrow, I had 1 pair of very, VERY tortured pair of stretchy jeans that I could uncomfortably shove that extra 40 pounds into and wear if I had to. Of course, I had to cover them with a gigantic T-shirt or hoody that went halfway down my thighs or the rolls and camel toe (sorry) would show. And they hurt my belly.
My poor tortured jeans finally gave up. May they RIP.
I literally have not left home since they gave up on me. I was putting them on to go somewhere with a friend. I came up with an excuse not to go.
I have to go buy some jeans today. I have no choice. I've been putting it off with excuses since last Wednesday. I work myself up into a near panic attack just at the thought. I HAVE to do it! I'm already all worked up. What I really need is a whole outfit, or two, as I have some social obligations coming up. Just typing that made me nauseous.
I know, I'm an absolute freak. I even feel guilty for being so upset about my weight and the anxiety of buying clothes.




