So here I am back once again and hoping that I can stay committed this time and that in a year from now I wont be back here again with the same problem.
I have always had a troubled relationship with food. I was a rather small child until 8 years old when my parents divorced. I didn't really connect my weight gain with the divorce until recently. I am the oldest sister and I felt that I needed to care for my sisters during the whole messy situation. I most likely turned to food for comfort and with a relatively sedentary lifestyle, and poor nutritional habits it just got worse. By 14 I was 170lbs at 5'2"!
At 15 I decided that I didn't want to be the fat girl anymore so over the summer I virtually starved myself, and exercised like mad and got down to 95 pounds before my mom noticed and threatened to send me to an anorexia facility if I didn't start eating. Well that terrified me so I started to eat again and of course shot right up to 120lbs. Which is not a terrible weight really but I thought I was huge again. I started dating a guy who is now my husband and although the body worries didn't go away, going on dates, running the prom committee, preparing for university, working a part time job and spending all my free time with my boyfriend and friends, took up most of my time. By the time I started University and hit Christmas that year I had packed on a Freshman 20!
Horrified at the number on the scale, I worked really hard and got back down to a 118 for a trip to Florida. This didn't last long and I was up to 125 again. Slowly over 2 years of stressful post secondary education I was up to 150. I got married and saw the pictures and cried about my fat. I worked really hard and in 3 months was down to 123 (a good weight) the problem was since I had achieved this through starving myself it only took a year and a half and I am back at 139lbs.
I have gained 8 of those pounds in the last month due to not having enough time to eat and go to the gym. I work a full time job that requires travel and some weekend work, I have been rehearsing and starring in two local plays, I play in a concert band once a week and I am taking a course on the side. This had lead the last 3 months of my life to feel like a whirl wind.
I looked in the mirror today and felt like a cow. This seems to have happened so quickly and I need to do something about it before I balloon up again. My clothes are tight, my confidence is down and so is my energy.
I really really need this to be the last time that I start here and fail, the last time that I succeed through extreme and unhealthy methods in order to get thin again, and then get fat once I relax.
I am just so frustrated that I am either binging or starving. I know there is probably some deep psychological issue relating to my parents divorce coupled with a screwed up metabolism from years of harming myself with yo-yoing that is causing this but I really want to get off that track and just be healthy.
I want to be one of those people who goes for a run because they love it, not because they ate a donut.
Ugh! sorry for the rant and detailed past. I just want to state that I am recommitted. The sun is shining, the temperature is up, one of my plays is over so I will have a bit more free time, and I am going to do it for good this time. I have to! I need to find a balance between starving and fat.
