Hope for Recovery
I know exactly how you feel. I think a lot of us who have weight issues also have someone or people we've worked hard to get their approval only to realize that we can never please them. You know what I finally learned? They are unhappy people and nothing REALLY makes them happy. For some reason they don't know how to be happy unless EVERYTHING is going their way and even then they find something or someone to criticize. Now it is time to learn what makes you happy. Believe me I'm saying these things to myself as I'm saying them to you.
I shared this when I was hear way back when, but I will share it again as I've really been thinking about it since I came back to IE thread and I read the free chapter from Rob Stevens book Overfed Head.
I was never had a weight problem until I went to college. I was one of those kids who only ate because Mama would make dinner and you were expected to come in to eat. I was never one to hang around asking what or when we were going to eat. Food was one of those necessities like bathing. You just did it. I never questioned it. I never ate breakfast unless we were on trips and we ate out for breakfast while on vacation. On holidays when we would got to somebodies home or they came to ours for festivities, we didn't eat until meal was served. So food held no fascination for me one way or another. At school, I had the same lunch everyday until my senior yr. I had a ham sandwich, a pkg of chips and a carton of milk which came to 24 cents. My senior yr I started going across the street and ate a bag of chips and a coke Mon - Thurs so that Friday I could treat myself to a burger. That is when I started feeling run down. Now I realize it was probably due to the 4 days of chips and coke. Since Daddy let me have the car to go to school and then pick him up from work after, I sometimes would go to my great aunt's grocery store and have a cream puff and a coke. I didn't gain weight back then, but boy did I feel rotten.
When I went to college meals were available and everyone ate so I would eat three meals. I was active enough that it probably wouldn't have hurt me, but my friends wanted to go to the corner drugstore every night and we had either a cherry coke or shake. I'm sure that is what helped put the weight on me. When I went to live with my aunt, she insisted on 3 meals a day and I learned to eat whether I was hungry or not. I remember thinking one day when eating something I was really enjoying feeling kind of guilty because a meal would be coming up soon. I remember saying out loud to myself, "well I wouldn't have a problem if I could just eat what I wanted and not have to eat a meal later".
Last night I was reading Rob Steven's free chapter I down loaded. He said if you get up and your not hungry, but you eat any way because you think you are supposed to eat... YOU JUST OVERATE because your body didn't need it. I remember hearing my pastor say that he only eats 2 meals a day and sometimes he gets busy and forgets to eat and only eats one meal or grabs a bite of something somewhere. Then I read somewhere about a doctor who had not in eaten breakfast in many yrs. Can't remember how long now. So now I wonder just how much we are told about what we "should" do to lose weight and be healthy is true. I can't wait to get my book Friday and start reading it.