So, this is not my first time posting on this website. I posted once about a year ago, was very excited about using this website, and then never used it again. I need this time to be different.
I have said that I am "on a diet" pretty much the past year (Really, I have never been happy with my weight but it has ballooned so much in the past two years that it is obscene.) I have never, in this time, actually dieted.
Three weeks ago, my dad sent me a photo of myself in a ball gown getting ready to go to an inaugural ball. I was incredibly excited that night. I loved that dress. It was the first dress I tried on, the only one in a size 18, and I think I would have bought it if I had been a hundred pounds lighter. It was royal blue, with a silk under lining, and a deep cowl neck that dipped low in the back. The neckline and back were covered by blue netting, embroidered with beads. It was gorgeous, and I felt beautiful. I was satisfied with my appearence in the mirror. It was simple and elegent, with just enough detailing to make it pretty.
The picture was hideous. I was humongous. I hated the dress. All of the details I loved so much about it had disappeared. It was not a dress that I had picked out, the word "fit" had no meaning except that it wasn't tight. Nothing about the dress mattered at all. You couldn't see it. It was all too small in comparison to my weight.
I can't understand it. When I looked in the mirror, that was NOT what I saw at all. It's not that I haven't noticed my weight, it just didn't seem to me that I looked that big. I knew other girls who wore he same size as me, looked at them and thought that there was no way I was as big as they were. No way. It wasn't the dress. The dress was beautiful. I hope one day to take it to a tailor and have it taken in. But until then, this dress will never be more than "flattering." I am sick of hearing that word.
Flattering is a word you use to tell someone that they don't look good. It means its the best you will ever look. I don't ever, ever, want to hear myself described that way again.
The day after I saw that picture, I knew it was serious. I have cut down to less than eight hundred calories a day. I have a granola bar for breakfast at eight, a granola bar while I'm at class, a fruit roll up around three when I get home, a lean cuisine or other measurable under 400 calorie dinner, and another granola bar. For a week, it was great. I did not slip once. I didn't have cravings for food at all, I didn't feel like I was suffering. I felt hungry, but not deathly, and being a little hungry made me feel good.
Because I am still in school, I have to go to the gym twice a week for class. I would really like to step this up to three times a week, but as of yet I have not found the courage to make the time.
I have almost succesfully stuck to the diet. Once, I had dinner with my sister where we split a vanilla milkshake and a plate of fries. I ordered a chili dog which sickened me so much when it came that I could barely eat half of it.
The first two weeks I felt great, I felt like I was losing weight, that this was the start of something good. But this past week it hasn't, and I don't know why. My eating habits have shifted slightly, in that I have had one more granola bar or whatever at some point during the day. But a hundred extra caloires shouldn't have this affect on my psyche. I don't feel like I'm losing weight at all, nothing about the fit of my pants has changed or anything. At this point, it has been three weeks and I am no longer feeling good.
I eat not because I'm hungry, and not because I'm sad, and not because I can't resist. I think I don't want to resist. I could if I wanted to. I don't believe in excuses-- it is just food. This is my life.
I am looking for things to think about that will make this easier. I am trying to make a lifestyle choice, and not a diet.

