Now I don't work, married for almost 8 years. In 2010 we went to hawaii. I promised myself I'd have fun no matter what my weight was, and I did. I didn't think about it much as far as my weight, but what I did notice, is I was tired, and had no energy and I didn't like feeling like that.
When I got home, I decided to go to weight loss clinic because I was done. I'm a people pleaser, and I like to impress people to show what I can do, so under the care of the doctor, with weighing in weekly, it helped. Consistantly lost 5lbs a month, and I was happy with that. I was on this pill though called phentermine, and it changed everything about the way I felt, I thought it was some miracle from the unknown. I just wasn't hungry and I felt more happy. I was on about 1200 calorie diet plan, it was so easy with this pill. I lost 40 lbs. 175-130. I saw 129.5 briefly, so close to my goal. And then I got stuck. I decided to take a break from them after almost 1 year. When the weight started to creep on again (only 2-4lbs LOL) I went back to the clinic to try this pill again. This time, I was... irritable, I didn't want to talk to anyone, it made me unhappy, I'd cry alot, and my hair started falling out. Oh and I didn't lose weight. I threw them in the trash and decided I had to figure out how I could continue without these stupid pills.
I just had so much energy, now I realize, I'm more thin than I was back when I went to hawaii, but I still just feel tired.
Its been.. 3 months since then, and..
Today I stepped on the scale, and it said 140. After weighing myself daily for so long, the number never affected me much, I learned my bodies fluctuations, and never bothered me. But this one has. because its not a fluctuation... I told myself I wouldn't break that number again, so I'm now I"m scared. I never want to be where I was. I threw away all my big clothes.
I don't know what to do. I've had read so many books about weight loss, with so many conflicting theories, I don't know what to believe anymore. I guess .... I should start counting calories again. I did it for a year straight but, to me, that in itself it some kind of mental grind. I mean I've tried to restart, but I'm so tired, I don't even have the energy to deal with the numbers.
Some of you may think "oh she only gained 10 lbs" but it might as well feel like 100 to me. It's the feeling that upsetting, not the actual amount. It's the feeling of slipping back into a dark time.
I just want help.
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