Sigh. I was doing great a few years ago. Got all the way down to 201 from a high of 360. But then I was diagnosed with several disorders and chose to relax on my weight loss efforts and focus on my mental health.
The best part was being diagnosed with general anxiety disorder, something I had not realized was a disorder! I'd always assumed that my lifelong, constant nervousness and extreme worry was simply a part of being me. Getting treatment for that really changed my life for the better in ways I could have never imagined.
For better or for worse, I was also diagnosed with OCD. Getting that treated basically cured my orthorexia, an unknown (to me) issue that had inadvertently made my latest weight loss journey so successful.
I think what eventually destroyed me was being diagnosed with binge eating disorder once my OCD was getting under control. Not that the diagnosis was inaccurate, but being given that label made me feel broken. I was in therapy with a specialist dealing with eating disorders, tried to restart my weight loss journey so many times, and felt absolutely helpless as I binged myself into gaining back 85-ish pounds over the course of the last two-and-a-half years.
So I'm not exactly back to square one, but it sure feels like it. What sparked my successful beginning last time was the pain and guilt over having a miscarriage; I vowed to lose enough weight to have a chance at a healthy pregnancy. And mission accomplished: I have a beautiful little boy that turns 3 this month. But with the current regain and the overall crappy way I've been taking care of myself, I was hit with another miscarriage last month.
I know what I need to do. And heck, I've done it before. I just need to quit complaining and start doing.