Without throwing a pity party for myself, I'll try to sum it all up. I'm 26 years old and I've been overweight my whole life. I've tried losing weight ever since I was about 14 years old, and at 5'5" and my highest weight being 185 pounds, I've never been what most people would consider "obese," however I've never been happy with myself and have always struggled with my self esteem. New Years Eve 2011 I got down to my lowest adult weight, 148 pounds. I felt great, but still wanted a little more. But I got comfortable with compliments and fell off the wagon, getting back up to what I call my "happy weight" (where my body just naturally goes to whenever I stop focusing on weight loss) - 165 pounds. Ever since then I've yo-yoed - getting back up to 185 (for the third time in my life) and this past New Years I was able to get back down to 151ish - I never crossed that 140s-mark but I was close ... and then, sabotage yet again. I got back up to 165, was able to lose a few pounds right before summer to about 160, but over the last few months I could feel myself climbing and climbing and climbing. I'm so damn tired of all this I could scream.
Last week I told myself enough is freaking enough! So I weighed in on Wednesday (my favorite weigh-in day) and there it was 167.6. Ugh. Whatever, time to get it done. Just do it.
So, I had a conversation with my boyfriend, who also wants to lose weight. I proposed we start doing Insanity together and get some better eating habits. My "general" eating habits are pretty good, but when I'm with him (or friends in general) I enjoy the "pig-out" - plus we eat out quite a bit and enjoy the quick-meals - ie. popping in a frozen pizza. He said sure and tried the first Insanity work out with me - and he hated it. Just isn't for him I guess, which is fair because it's not for everyone. He said he'd still encourage me to do the program myself and he'd work out at the gym at his office. So, no biggie. Encouragement might be all I need.
But.
Here I am, two days away from my official weekly-weigh-in, and I've gained weight. As of this morning I'm 169. Yeah, I did Insanity, but only three days. My legs were SO sore I needed extra rest days - I've dabbled with the program before and because of failed attempts in the past I've gotten rid of the all-or-nothing mentality. I'm not going to break my back with the workouts, at least in the beginning. But, my eating? Ugh.
I dunno what it is. My boyfriend does NOT have the best eating habits, and I know I shouldn't let his habits effect what I'm doing but when you spend so much time with another person it's very hard - they want to pop some popcorn during a movie or eat a few cookies after dinner, it's totally their right, but there you are, left with all the temptation. I know already that I need to sit him down again and have a very serious conversation about my weight loss goals and how we really need to support each other, not just with words, BUT...
...It's not his fault. True, he's provided me with extra temptation, but I'm a grown *** woman. I know better than to snack throughout the day and eat things not on plan. I know that I need to work out and burn more than I consume. I've been on so many diets and programs throughout the years and read so many books and articles on the subject that I could probably publish one myself! ... but doing it? I just ... I can't.
Even when I got down to 148; I knew I still had further to go, but I sabotaged myself. And it wouldn't have been so bad if I had just stayed there and not lost anything else, but not only did I not do that, but I GAINED IT ALL BACK! I'm just SO tired of this. I'm SO tired of the constant yo-yoing; the days where you have all the strength in the world to start again and you put your heart and soul into it and then, two days later, it all falls apart, and you tell yourself you'll just start tomorrow.
That tomorrow has come and gone for me a THOUSAND times. I think back to all the times I've made progress and then gained it all back - what makes me think this time is going to be any different.
Maybe my "happy weight" is just where I'm meant to be. I HATE thinking that, though. I really can't stand my body and feel so huge and gross all the time. My boyfriend asks me sometimes if he can look at me, even after we've just been intimate, and the very thought of it makes me want to cry. I want to cover up immediately after we're done, even during. His sister's engagement party is this weekend and finding a dress was HORRIBLE. The one I finally chose is so plain and "corporate-looking" - I'm almost embarrassed to wear it. I can't be flashy, I can't be sexy, I can't turn heads at all, because of my weight. And I'm SO tired of it. Every summer, the thought of wearing bathing suits horrifies me. I refuse to wear tank-tops because of my lovely under-arm area. Going out to bars or parties, ugh. The list goes on and on.
I don't want to be here anymore. I want to be thin and fit and healthy and finally have the confidence I feel like I deserve. But ... maybe I can't. Maybe I'm just not meant to be there. I mean, five days in on a diet and I've GAINED two pounds!? Come on!
I don't know what to do. I really don't. People tell me all the time that I'm not fat, and some of my friends even tell me I should just learn to be comfortable with who I am. Maybe they're right. Maybe I should just be happy with who I am ... but I dunno. To me, that sounds like I'm settling for something I'm not REALLY happy with. Like I'll ALWAYS regret it. Like I'll never be TRULY happy. But at the same time, I really don't know if I can do this. Like. I just don't think I have it in me any more.
When I "started" last week I drew out a plan - 155 by New Years, 135 by the end of March, and my final goal weight, 125, by my boyfriend's sister's wedding on May 25. Only about a pound and a half a week to lose, so totally doable, right? Wrong. One week in, and I'm already going in the wrong direction.
I don't really even know why I'm posting this. I just feel so damn lost and confused and scared that I'll never be happy with myself and this weight will NEVER leave me. I hate that I've gotten so close so many times only to let it all fall apart. And now, all I feel is bitterness, resentment, and fear. I KNOW I need to do this, but ... maybe it's just not meant to be :/


You've inspired me to snap out of the funk again, so I thank you. Good luck, and keep posting!