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Originally Posted by inteventionn
Why does it matter to you so much? All of these things? These flaws? Do you get picked on? Does a close one make comments? Are you making a living off of looking good?
Chances are, no matter what weightt you're at, you'll find something and most like some things you won't be happy with. i know its easier said than done but just accept it as is and work on feeling good and healthy. i noticed in a lot of posts you just sound so defeated and stressed, that you already eat so little and you have little energy. i cant imagine youll feel better eating less and working out more..even if you do manage to achieve whatever it is you want as far as body image.
is this all worth it? just to be a bit smaller? will that change your life dramatically? what good will it do for you, besides possible improved self esteem? which i may add should be mostly founded within, despite what you look like. i know i may sound like im attacking you but it just kills me to hear someone speak as you do because i can totally relate...
I'm not influenced at all by the media: I don't read magazines and right now I don't even have a T.V. Although I was picked on as a child it wasn't on account of my weight, and at any rate, my childhood was a long long time ago.
I've been thinking a lot about the questions raised in your reply and have come to realize the reason it matters so much to me is because the rest of my life is a chaotic mess. I have a job that's physically exhausting and mentally stressful and that gives me no sense of accomplishment. I'd quit the job for something better but I live in a tourist area where most jobs are seasonal and pay squat and I can't live on that. I can't look for a job further away because right now I don't have a car and have to take the bus to work.
I have a disabled husband who can't work and can do very little to help me around the house. So I do 99% of the housework, the yardwork and the shopping. In addition my husband has chronic pain because of his condition but the doctors won't give him pain meds because they don't want him to get addicted. They've told him he needs to "learn to live with it." What that means for me as that I've had to learn to live with him learning to live with the pain. In other words sometimes he's a mean jerk and even if I have nothing to do with his anger it still hurts when I'm the target.
I've suffered with low grade situational depression since high school. Because the depression is situational anti-depressants don't help and I've been on high doses of them all at various times in my life. All they've ever done is make me sleepy and cause me to gain weight like no tomorrow.
The only time in my life when I've been remotely happy ( aside from the first few years with DH before he was disabled) was when I got down to around 105 pounds when I was 19. At that weight I had a flat stomach and felt good about myself. I guess deep down I feel like if I can get my body into shape I might feel good enough to start tackling the other issues in my life.
But it seems like the body, or rather, the stomach, has defeated me as well.