A few days before my TOM I had a positive weigh-in, though not as positive as I would have liked. Then I started eating poorly, because it helps with my TOM emotional state. That ended several days ago, but I cannot get myself back on track. Even though I have seen progress, and can already fit into smaller clothes than before, I feel hopeless. I don't honestly feel like I am losing this weight for myself because (a) I can't see myself, (b) I don't have any major health concerns, and (c) I know I am more than numbers on a scale. And it makes me mad that I have to lose weight to be considered a real, full-fledged woman and human being. It is not fair!
I figure, I do not wish to be approved of by people who think less of me for the extra baggage. And so I think I have been eating in a somewhat protest. I still walk for exercise, and I really would love to dance more, but I have so long to go and all I am finding after all these months of tiny successes is that I may never even reach my goal. Even if I lose the weight, I will still have the 'fat girl' mindset, and I won't lose the stretch marks, and I may not even lose the cellulite (which, I might add, was not so bad until I started losing weight). To top it off, I would no longer know who valued me for me, or for my slim physique. So what is the point of all this struggle?
I know this is entirely the wrong point of view, but I can't help it. I don't have a boyfriend or husband, who maybe could snap me out of this. I have one friend who lives near enough to me that I spend a lot of time with her, but she does not understand. She has always been skinny, and recently gained a spare tire, so she thinks her world is over. That sort of thinking both makes me feel worse yet more angry, and therefore less inclined to exercise and eat right like I know I should. I could go on (and on, and on), but I think you all get the drift. I just honestly do not care what I look like, and I don't see why anyone else should.
*grrrrrrrrrrrrrr*




