That was me last night ~ I just got all bummed about some holiday stuff, and it transformed into feelings about weight. Looking in the mirror, I was convincing myself I didn't look any different, that I would be stuck here (at my current weight) forever, and that I would never be happy with myself. It's kind of the first time that's happened on this journey, I mean, just the day before I was trying on a cute dress that almost fit and practicing walking in 4 inch heels and feeling damn sexy (when I wasn't about to topple over, lol). But last night, I too was in tears. I made sure that I didn't turn to food as comfort, journaled a bit, stalked the boards here for a bit, and convinced myself that it would be better this morning. It is a bit better this morning...not stellar by any means...but better.
For me, the fact that I spent all of my life fat, makes the 4 months I've been at this so far seem very short, but only when I'm thinking rationally...
I hope things are looking a bit brighter for you
