Hi girls,
I feel bad posting yet another negative thread but I really need some support as I am heading to a dark place. I am exhausted. I don't just mean physically, although about a week straight of sleep would be great, but completely drained. Allow me to put this into some perspective. About 2 years ago I lost 40 lbs in 3 months. I was thrilled. I thought I was all kinds of hot. And then I started to get sick, really really sick. I went to the doctor and no one knew what was wrong with me. Then one day after being really sick I went to the hospital and after running blood work they figured out that I was in the early stages of kidney failure. Apparently my weight loss was too sudden and my body could not handle it. I had to stop losing weight. I was devastated but I was even more frightened of the words "kidney failure" so my weight loss efforts ground to a halt. As time went on I started gaining and as things stand right now I have a net gain of about 30 lbs.
My family never knew about this which is just as well because in this last year my relationship with them has completely disintegrated. My mother has never liked me (I know it sounds strange, but it's true) and she has poisoned my siblings (who I have spent my whole life fighting for and protecting) against me to the extent that my sister refused to come to my college graduation. The last year in particular has been hard because of the family stuff and because it was my senior year in college. I pushed myself so hard to make it through the year regardless of the stuff going on in my personal life. I can proudly say I graduated with honors as well as Magna Cum Laude, but it was something I had to fight hard for.
The stress has brought back daily migraines and some days they are so bad that I can barely make the 15 minute drive to work without pulling over until I stop seeing double. I see my boyfriend (who is an angel) interact with his family and watch my friends interact with theirs and I just feel so hopelessly alone. I know that given the abuse I have suffered from my parents that my decision to sever our relationship was the best thing for me...but it has cost me siblings that I love very much. It has also left me feeling adrift as I watch my friends with their families and have to acknowledge that I simply don't have that. I never have and I won't until the bf and I are married and have kids of our own.
Also, my boyfriend might be getting another job 1500 miles away and now I have to worry about moving from a place I love or losing the man I love (not losing losing but not being able to be with him every day). One of our friends had the gall to tell my bf that if he expected that sort of commitment from me (moving 1500 miles away for him) then he was going to have to put a ring on my finger. Now don't get me wrong, I want to marry my bf, he has told me he wants to marry me, we have been together for 3 years and I know we will get married eventually but for some reason all our friends are pressuring us to do it NOW. I had a long talk with the bf and told him that our friend was stupid and that loving him was all the reason I'd need to move, but now our stupid friend has put this idea of using a ring to bribe me into his head. He wouldn't do it for those reasons I'm sure, but I hate that our friend has made him think that way.
Finally, dragging this all around to the issue that brought me to 3FC, I've gained about 5 lbs in the last week. Some of it is water weight because I've eaten salty sh*t that I shouldn't (cheetoes on sunday, chex mix yesterday) and because of my TOM but some of it is because I have just eaten too d*mn much. I can honestly say that I'm much better than I was even 3 months ago. I didn't allow myself to have the whole bag of anything. Even though it was bfs birthday on Thursday and his party on Saturday and I made a cake for each occasion I only had 1 piece of cake as dessert each day. I ate too much but I ate less of too much than I would have 3 months ago. But that doesn't change to how bad it feels to watch the scale creep back up. I guess the whole point of this obscenely long post is that I am incredibly tired of fighting for every inch of everything. I have spent so long fighting my body, my parents, my friends, my siblings, my own negativity...I just don't want to anymore. I saw the scale hit 172 today (a number I haven't seen in about 3 weeks) and I felt the fight just drain out of me. I stared at those numbers and just said "that's it, I am so tired of fighting to be healthy and to be happy I just don't want to anymore". And that's what this all boils down to. I don't mean it in any permanent sense, because I realize that's how it sounds, I just mean that right now I feel too emotionally exhausted to care at all about weight loss or moving or money or anything. Right now I just want to curl up with my video games and live in a world of absolute escapism. I don't want to fight for a healthy body anymore because right now everything (especially weight loss) feels like a losing battle. I'm getting redundant now so I'm going to stop writing. Thank you to those of you that take the time to read this and comment on it. It gives me something to look forward to when I get home from work. I know that I will get through this...I've been through worse, but I need a little help and I couldn't think of better people to ask for it.
Love as always,
~Sidheag

I'm so sorry to hear of all your troubles.
But hopefully you'll have no lasting problems from that experiment.
If you simply stay on your plan, you won't feel like you're fighting all the time... Cheetos and Chex Mix shouldn't even be in your house... or in your mind... they don't just appear out of the air, you have to buy them, right? 

I know that you are all right and I am too much of a fighter to ever just give up but lord knows it's tempting right now. Also, JayEll, I had that junk in my house because it was my bf's birthday party. He asked for those things specifically since we haven't been anywhere near them since May. He loves junk food but since I've been trying to eat better he has too. However, where I learned to be happier without those things he still misses them sometimes. 