This weekend I got into a looong discussion with my boyfriend. It basically started with him asking what's up with our sex life because I seem disinterested. And it just snowballed from there. I explained to him that I had just been gaining, and gaining, and gaining and my confidence and body image were completely destroyed. It took me years to get to the point where I had ANY and because I couldn't stop gaining weight, I lost it all.
I don't feel sexy, I feel quite disgusting actually, and so I really am completely disinterested in sex and I feel awful about it. It's unfair to him and I've tried making myself want it and be into it, but that.. doesn't work. Well it's not like I'm looking at my watch waiting for us to be done, but I have a really, really hard time getting into it. I thought that losing weight would fix this. I thought I'd start feeling like a person again instead of a sack of skin, fat, and bones. But it's not working yet.
I told my boyfriend that I don't think I look like I've lost any weight and I don't feel any thinner. Which is kind of stupid because I can SEE the difference in pictures, I can SEE the difference on the scale, I can SEE that I'm starting to fit back into my size 13 jeans when just 3 months ago I was wearing a loose size 17. I don't see the difference in the mirror or feel it. So I keep thinking that maybe I just haven't lost enough yet or that my brain hasn't caught up to my body, but my boyfriend is really upset I can't see it and thinks that there's something going on if I don't notice almost 30lbs missing.
Now that we talked, he turned his focus off of the sex and on to the fact that I feel so terribly about myself. Which I am grateful that he isn't bitter about because god knows I've had exes who would have ignored that I'm having a problem and just whined about sex. In talking to him I realized that I think I'm more depressed about this whole thing than I thought I was. It's not only sex I currently want no part of, I can't be bothered to clean the house, I can't be bothered to do my laundry, I can't be bothered to even take a shower (Gross, I know. I manage to force myself 2-3 times a week but that's.. not really an acceptable amount).
I promised him I'd talk to my doctor but I don't even know where to start. What do I say? What could the doctor do? It was hard enough to tell my boyfriend because my poor body image is a thing I actively try to hide and he's my best friend and the most caring person in the world and I am able to tell him everything but that, apparently. How do I get the courage to bring this up to a person that's a complete stranger? Where do I start?
I feel like my body is the only thing I'm really hung up on. I feel like I don't really have the right to complain about it because I'm losing weight and I feel like I should be feeling better about myself but I'm not. The rest of my life is pretty sweet, so I don't know why this has to be a problem. Ugh. It's super frustrating.


I wake up, get ready for gym, pick a card with my workout plan, go to the gym and do it, come home, take a shower, eat breakfast. at first i had to force myself, but now i've gotten used to it. having a schedule also helps me being on plan and i feel comfortable knowing what i'll be doing.

and so does my bf, because he's got a really demanding and stressful job, too.