I feel worthless today. Actually, each time I restart trying to eat healthy and exercise, I become my own worst enemy. I get obsessed and I get angry at myself that I can't drop the weight overnight. I get angry at myself for my cravings. I remember all the crappy things people have done and said to me due to my weight. I start to compare myself to people on the street, and of course I never measure up. I just know people are looking at me with disgust or trying to completely ignore me (which is plausible, anyone see a recent episode of the Tyra show? Or remember when Gwyneth Paltrow was in her fat suit for Shallow Hal and commented about how people treated her?) I start to want to starve myself because I don't deserve to eat. Furthermore, I don't NEED to eat, because looking at myself I've had more than my share of food. So diet pills and crash diets start to look AWFULLY good and I begin scrutinizing every bite I eat and every minute I'm not exericising, I can't help but think I should be and that I'm wasting every valuable minute by not doing something to burn or avoid calories. (This is the obsession I was talking about).
In case it isn't obvious, I'm restarting for the umpteenth time, and am on day two. TWO. And I already am in this mindframe. This is a great deal of why I stop new plans because well, ignorance is bliss I suppose. I don't feel like this when I have the attitude that I don't care about my weight. Or, at least, when I'm in denial about it -- I'm good at that one.
I don't know what to do, I tend to be an all or nothing type of person and I'm working to change that but its as hard to change as my weight.


