Morning all
Have seriously considered resubscribing and changing my name to LilyLoathesLettuce but decided you all know that anyway. 🙂
I’m recommitting. I fell, and fell hard, from the plan. So, on a day where I’ve put the central heating on—it’s August!?!—I’ve decided to get back to it. I’m going to trust that I do know what I’m doing, that what works for others may not work for me, that what works for me may not work for others—I’m not letting the cacophony of voices back in. PS, most of those voices are mine—I’ve done every diet plan known to woman—and I’ve decided to let go of my fear of failure, let go of my desire to be perfect and concentrate on the 800 calorie part. I know about nutrition, about the need for balance. I don’t know why I keep looking for answers beyond what I already know to be fact. I don’t know why I allow myself to be derailed (ooh, hello perfectionist thinking—noticed you that time!) but enough is enough.
I don’t like how I feel right now. If I could be happy and fat, I’d stay fat. These people who say that they *are* happy and fat—well, they probably haven’t yet reached the age of 50 where things stop working so well. I’m not shedding weight for vanity (ha, another lie—caught you again, LilyLoathesLettuce!), I’m shedding weight because I’m not comfortable in my skin. I don’t sleep well because I can’t get comfy in bed. I don’t feel good about myself in my clothes. I look old and blobby. I have near-constant backache/sciatica. I keep giving myself raging indigestion because when I’m not on a diet I’m bingeing ahead of the next diet. I’m literally torturing myself. I could probably keep a psychologist in work for months trying to figure out why—do I seriously not believe I’m worth the effort? Am I really choosing (so-called) tasty food over quality of life? And ok, I accept that my naughty gut bacteria might be begging me to eat the wrong foods but there have been times in my life where I’ve stuck to a good plan for months on end and still ended up with a binge and bust. Why is this such a struggle?
I want for the food I put in my body not to be the only pleasure in my life. I want to stop viewing eating healthy food as “deprivation”. Because in doing so I’m depriving myself from every other form of pleasure. There’s a script in my head that goes, “Nothing good will happen for you until you’re slim.” And maybe that’s because I’ve made that a self-fulfilling prophecy—all the good bits of my life happened when I was slim. Or so I’m telling myself. That can’t possibly be true either.
I’m frantically looking for a hobby but can’t find anything I want to do. I’d blame Covid but frankly I was stuck in this place well before social distancing made everything even harder. Any ideas for someone who has a tendency to talk herself out of something within seconds?
Ack. As usual I’ve turned this into an essay.
Oh, by the way, I’ve cancelled my subscription to the paid version of Fast800. Turned out that you were right, everything I need really is right here (and in the books of course). It all seemed focused on giving you a diet plan to follow. There was a weird “pre-diet” week. And the forum was just a mess of posts—so many it would have taken days to keep up. I’m glad for MM that it’s going so well but I do wonder how many people actually make it to the finishing line. I was paying for more support but didn’t feel like I was getting it. I don’t know what I was expecting (something more personalised maybe?) but it definitely didn’t seem worth £99 for 12 weeks (and a tenner a month after that). If it’s ok, I’ll stay here instead?