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Originally Posted by want2bskinnyagain
Anyone else have major motivation nose dives at times?
Want2B,
Oh yes! I can absolutely relate to your motivation nosedive! *hugs* Hang in there.. that's the part of this that's mental. You can get through it. I have to look myself in the mirror and tell myself that I've bought into this program, it's expensive, and I'm not going to give up on it because it would be a waste of money! Additionally, I've started writing a journal of little one line things to help me. All things I couldn't have done without having lost the weight. When I get down, or start feeling like the road is really long and painful, I take it out and read it. I wasn't really sure that I wanted to share this with everyone, but I wrote something a couple days ago.. it wasn't a one line thing, but I'll share. Hope that this might help some of you for when you have moments of struggling.
This was taken from a journal post. It's long, and there are some swear words in it. Just skip it if you'd like.
April 3, 2014
So I've spent my entire day at the hospital/doctors offices, I've been sick.. and I'm in pain. ALOT of pain, so much so that the dr offered to admit me to the hospital for pain management so that I could get some sleep, but because I was worried about finances, co-pays, deductibles, I decided to just tough it out with prescription meds and hoping for the best. The doc isn't sure if it's a kidney infection, gallbladder issues, or kidney stones, or lucky me, some combination of ALL of them.
I had the best AND worst moment while at the hospital. The tech that was performing the test gives me a size xl scrub pants and a jonny top to get into. Sigh. xl pants are not going to fit around my behind. I'm smaller, but yet again, I'm still too big for the "normal" world...All that horribleness that I thought I had gotten past came back. That feeling of being too big for everything..There's a stack of pants in the dressing room. I riffle through, unfold *
every single pair*, burst into tears, and sob into my shirt. I pulled myself together, thinking that this poor guy is probably wondering wth is taking me so long! I peek my head out and I asked the tech if there were pants that were larger since these didn't fit. Yeah.. he says we usually have them, lemme go look for you.. He wanders off, and like 5 minutes later, he comes back and he says,"Usually we do have them, but today, we don't. I'm sorry." Perky Maddy takes over and I say no problem. I'll make it work. So, I put my regular pants back on and I open the door with two jonny's on (one facing the front, one facing the back because I couldn't tie them up).
Feeling a bit on fragile emotional ground because of the whole clothing fiasco, we step into the radiology room. And I start hyperventilating. I knew in the back of my head that the CT scan was the one that had the giant donut magnety thingy that spins around you, but I didn't *get it* until I was standing there in front of the machine turning all sorts of colors because I was so scared. Oh good god, what if I don't fit???? What if the machine is weight rated for someone smaller than me?? I almost burst into tears in front of this poor guy, but I managed to calmly (seriously didn't FEEL calm) use my words and ask, "What is the machine weight rated for?"
***This is the beginning of the BEST moment*** The very nice tech raises one eyebrow at me and says "Don't you worry, you'll be fine. It's rated for something like 500lbs." Then I look at the donut hole and I say, "You think I'll fit??" He again raises one eyebrow at me and says "You'll fit fine!! You're not THAT big."
It was at this point I quietly said to him that I was once. I told this complete stranger. I didn't have to, but when I told him, he smiled at me and said "Right on sister! If you weren't in so much pain, I'd hug you right now. You totally made my night. And for what it's worth, those pants suck, they're itchy and uncomfortable. So don't you worry your head about it at all. Let me get you a warmed blanket.. So he did, and he starts up the machine and they start raising the table. And lo and behold, I fit in the machine. No problem at all.. there was even room around the sides.
Maybe I'm not at the point where I fit in everywhere, but tonight I had a triumphant moment. The pants didn't fit, so what. **** the pants.. I fit in the machine.. whereas 14 years ago, I wouldn't have been able to get onto the TABLE portion of the machine, much less fit through the hole of the diagnostic part of the machine. Today, I fit enough.