My boyfriend and I were discussing how to lessen my obsession with my weight back on the 2nd January, so about 2 weeks ago. I made a journal entry (with him there) about how I thought - I meant it and I suppose I still do, but its HARD - getting rid of the scales might help.
So I got up next morning and he'd removed them from the house, never to be seen again, donated them to a charity shop or something.
At first I was pleased.
But now, I'm overexercising, writing everything I eat down in obsessive manner and nearly on the verge of tears because I CAN'T know my weight.
So I've just started taking body measurements instead.
Feels fruitless, I'd rather just have some scales again. But didn't I have a goal here, to get rid of them and so avoid having my day dictated by a stupid bit of metal?
I can "feel" myself getting fatter. I want to cry when I sit down. All the flab...help. Yuk.
My boyfriend is great, he assures me I'm doing well not to have weighed for so long (for me, its a long time) and points out how helpful I maintained it would be and that I'm beautiful etc etc.
I'm not about to buy some behind his back, but I might buy some anyway because I'm going MAD. What is this achieving? I don't really know.


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