As I approach my 36th (gasp!) birthday, I think I have reached my breaking point with my weight and my denial of it having gotten far beyond what is acceptable for me. I simply can't ignore it anymore! I guess it has gotten to the point where staying the same and being in denial about it is actually proving to be harder than actually addressing it and doing something about it (which, as we know, is very hard indeed). I think I've always preferred to just suffer and be passive and feel hopeless about things I'm unhappy with in my life rather than take them on and attempt to bring about change. But I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. I'm sick and tired of being unrecognizeable to myself when I pass a reflective window on the street. I'm sick and tired of the effort it takes to find something acceptable to wear to work each day. I'm sick and tired of being the biggest person in the room at staff meetings. I'm sick and tired of feeling guilty for not being the same size as the woman my husband fell in love with. And I'm sick and tired of how it feels physically to carry around the extra weight every day. So I guess the only alternative is to make some changes, and stick with them. Today is Day 10 of revised eating habits. And of taking more control over what I will and will not put into my mouth. And of asking for help.
Any advice for someone like me who has zero experience with dieting, has endless days at the office, and lives in a city that offers every kind of sinful edible item on every street corner?
Thanks for listening.