* I confess that I want my husband to make an effort to live a healthier lifestyle, because of his health issues, and the health issues that run in his family. I want him to live a nice, long healthy life. BUT, I won't say anything to him about it. I know that he's not ready. He knows that he needs to do it for himself, but has no desire at this point in time.
* I confess that I secretly hate myself for being clumsy and injuring my back, and needing to lose weight for the second time in my adult life. Not nearly as much as the first time around, but it is something that I told myself I'd never have to do again.
* I confess that I feel like I am a disappointment to my family at times, because I'm NOT able to do things that I was able to do before my injury.
* I confess that I've been obsessed with my weight since I was a child. Watching my mom and other obese family members struggle with every day life and how they were treated was indescribable and heart breaking to say the least. I wish that I could have made all of them a healthy weight so they didn't have to go through any of it.
That's all that I can think of at the moment.
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I confess that:
Going to the GYN this morning made me uncomfortable and I've never felt like that before.
Seeing my blood pressure at 141/98 freaked me out as I haven't had high blood pressure in over 11 yrs. It has definitely shocked me into reality and now I am more determined to get this weight off. I always worried that I am going to wait until it's too late and end up with a health condition/on meds b/c of this weight. I have to do something now and bring my husband on board b/c we have to be healthy for ourselves and our family. His ice cream is going into the trash today!!
I confess
1. I hate skinny people. I hate my skinny friends. I don't like being around them or eating around them.
2. I use to be a skinny person and got to eat everything I wanted.
3. I look pregnant and I'm not, but want to be married and be pregnant and fear that will never happen.
4. I'm shorter than my bf and weigh more than my bf and hate myself for that.
5. I should be working now but can't concentrate and just wish it was time to go home and hybernate in my bed.
I confess that I think my best friend is a little embarrassed hanging out with me because I am even heavier than before after having my baby.
I confess that I think my DH wants me to stay chunky so guys wont hit on me. I suspect he wants me to feel as insecure as he does.
I confess that part of me wants to lose weight to match up to my DH who is a lot more fit and attractive after joining the Army.
I confess part of me wants to lose weight because my SIL once said about 4 years ago that I will never be where I want to be in my weight because I always fail. That always stuck with me.
I confess that it is hard being mom and cleaning up the dishes after work...
I confess that tonight was typical in that I popped a few uneaten tidbits into my mouth while loading the dishwasher.
I confess that another reason I want to lose weight is b/c I think it'll be much easier to find a romantic interest and I am in severe dire need of some time between the sheets, LMFAO
I confess with the way today is going, I want to say screw the gym, screw eating right and go home, eat a gallon of icecream and sleep and hope for enough snow not to have to deal with work in the morning.
I'm worried my pot belly will never go away and if I could afford it I'd have it sucked out in a heart beat.
I'm always worried I'll fail or never be good enough. I've always compared myself to my successful, slimmer older sister and come up feeling inadequate.
Even though my ticker isn't correct I have lost a good deal of weight... I keep hoping to run into that super attractive, seriously athletic friend I haven't seen in years. Another person I compare myself to even though we're in totally different leagues.
Sometimes I cry at night. I often wonder if all of this is worth anything at all.
Sometimes I wish I hadn't married my husband. Partly because I still blame him for my weight.
I'm worried my pot belly will never go away and if I could afford it I'd have it sucked out in a heart beat.
DITTO!
I confess I'm disappointed I haven't lost any weight this week after taking the suggestions from the nutritionist. All I want to do is eat. I haven't worked out and could of went to the gym last night or even did a work out at home and I could even get up now and work out but I'm just sitting on the couch infront of the TV and computer. I feel like I don't do enough and I'm never gonna reach my goal. I'm happy that it is snowing, I didn't go to work when I probably could of made it and I'm happy I don't have to go to therapy tonight because all I do is obsess over my weight. I want to be happy just the way I am.
I'm fairly new. This is a "must read" thread for me. Somehow it puts in
perspective what I'm working towards versus what negative voices in my
head are telling me- which are ultimately contributing to my failure. But here goes:
*I fear that I have too much muscle mass to obtain my goal weight.
Which means I'll have to lose muscle and fat to get to goal. Good-bye metabolism.
*I fear that at any moment I will get a crushing blow to my resolve and
just "let myself go" and not care about my looks, weight, mental well-being, anything to do with me.
*I fear that my singlehood will be defined by my weight problem
*I resent the fact that large fibroids caused me to believe that I will never have a flat stomach
*I secretly believe that soy and corn make me fat and puffy.
*I can eat "clean" all day and devour a bag of ghiradelli semi-sweet chocolate chips.
*I justify my sweet tooth by only buying desserts at Whole Foods (or rather Whole Paycheck) Healthy? er...yeah...within acceptable calorie range, not so much
*I resent that my mother didn't make conscious efforts to help me not be a chubby teen.
*I resent myself for resenting my mother when she was a single mom doing the best she could with no help other than God.
*I feel selfish when I get a compliment and I have to fight tooth and nail to not downplay any cast my way by pointing out how bad/awful/ugly/mean/insert negative adjective here I am.
*I feel like the reason why the last guy rejected me is because I am overweight.
*I imagine my day to day life as the thinner me and wonder if the monotony, misery, etc will just be the way my life will be. No matter what.
*I get so envious of skinny or thin women that I want to scream sometimes
*I fear that if I ever get married and have children, I will be a fat, pregnant woman.
*I fear that no man will ever stay with me because there is always someone thinner, younger, prettier, richer, smarter, better than me
I confess - I ate poorly this weekend and went to a buffet. I'm pissed at how much it cost and feel I didn't get my money's worth. Besides the buffet I had nachos, buffalo chicken, pizza, Chinese, and a late night Burger King binge. I’m spending money on food that I shouldn’t be.
I confess – I get mad when my bf eats my food and short changes when it comes to the bill.
I confess my sex life is getting better and I think it’s for two reasons, I'm more comfortable with my bf and I'm losing weight. I secretly hope its burning up a lot of calories so I can still go to the buffet
I confess - I really should be working and not on 3FC.
I've gained.
