So, I am having a reflective moment, and wondering how I got to my weight, how I let my weight be such a big (no punn intended) part of my life, and why I am feeling like,....well....so unbelievably lost.
I feel like I have gone through a lot in my life, and though I resisted it for soooo long, I really do think my weight issues are a result of those experiences, AND of not knowing how to eat right for my body and what my body needs.
Now, I feel, well, lost. I feel like I am really understanding more about why I am where I am in my life with my weight, my body image, my relationships, etc., and I also feel like I am at a point where I am saying "whew" to some things I went thru, but even as I start to feel like I can be just normal like anyone else, I turn around, and everyone is married and with babies and living, again, these normal lives. I just feel so behind and lost and sometimes a little despondent. I feel like when I was just "surviving" during the difficulties in my life, others were having fun and just being young. and now that I feel like maybe I am getting control of my food and my weight and my life, and maybe I can start to have more fun and feel a little younger than I do now, everyone is far ahead with having the life that I want to have.
All I can do is just keep with the weightloss. I do so hope that I can lose weight soon...I am very afraid that because I have stayed fat so long, that it may prevent me from falling in love and having a family and buying my own house, etc.
I feel like my weightloss is this mad dash at a chance to be the person I really feel like inside.

I just sometimes worry that maybe it won't happen. And I just don't feel like my life would be full or what I want it to be if it doesn't. I guess I am really trying to look for some sense of purpose.