Kinda a long story so I apologize ahead of time.
My fiancé and I have been together for nearly 4 years now (4 years in Dec). When he and I got together I was 17 years old and weighed ROUGHLY 175 pounds which was right at the top of my 'ideal' weight limit as suggested by blah blah blah. And I was aiming to drop about 10 pounds or so to get more in the middle of that range.
Well anyone who has been in love knows how that works out. The first 6 months he spoiled me rotten going out to eat bringing me chocolates the whole 9 yards which of course made me put on some weight. Somewhere around the 7 month mark he came to me saying he wanted me to loose some weight because he missed being able to give me piggy back rides etc. I reacted...in a not happy way.
From that point on my weight became and issue of top argument. Every time it ended in me saying I would loose weight but being so depressed and resentful about the whole thing it never happened.
During that time I was diagnosed with PCOS and was put on birth control for that. 2 and a half years went by and I gained more and more till I reached my current weight of 240 pounds. I went to the doctor to find out I am also insulin resistant.
Because of the resistance I crave sugar and carbs non-stop all the time. I am tired and listless. I am currently on Metformin (as of about 3 weeks). In the last 8 weeks I also developed tendinitis in my ankle when the tendon 'popped out of its groove in the bone' and was very hard for me to walk though that pain is finally starting to fade.
My fiancé is no longer dogging on me about my weight. He does his best to never bring up my weight but the fact I know he is wishing for it is just as bad. He tells me I'm beautiful and sexy all the time but its still very hard for me to believe him. I have developed an obsessive mental aggression toward skinnier girls when he is around. I am constantly comparing myself to them and become depressed due to my size.
Even though he doesn't talk about it anymore I am constantly down about my weight. I avoid mirrors and wont put makeup on unless I do it in the car mirror where I can only see my face. I feel like I'm trapped by my own conditions. My ankle is still recovering making working out difficult and I am constantly loosing the battle with my cravings for sweets and carbs. At one point I cut candy/sweets/etc out of my diet for a month and dropped 20 pounds but as soon as I started again I gained it all right back.
I am so tired of fighting and feeling sad. Because of the PCOS I feel like I'm broken. When I started the birth control it killed my sex drive just adding one more thing to my mental 'whats wrong with me' list. I try to eat healthy but I have ALWAYS preferred carbs my whole life and trying to cut them down/out is proving to be very hard. I despise the taste of salad no matter what dressing. The only real 'greens' I like are peas and green beans. I work full time and I'm in college when I'm not so I don't ever have time to 'prepare' meals. Its always out of a can in the microwave on the go. I don't get home most nights till 11-midnight.
I would kill to be down to my original target goal of 165. Along with my weight-loss goal I would also like to be able to run a mile and be able to do at least 2 pull ups.
I need support/ideas/etc.




We all love carbs.
You really can! And I bet you can get off the metformin. I did!