Well here I am, in a place I thought I would never be. 19 stone and no idea why. Fat, ugly, overwhelmed, full of self loathing, no self esteem and lost. I have an old life where I weighed around 13 stone and a current life where I weigh 19stone. I am nearly 6ft tall. I do my best to make sure I don’t bump into people from my old life to such an extent that I don’t go out locally if I can help it. I bumped into an old friend coming out of the supermarket the other day and stood there as he scanned me slowly up and down. The look of disgust on his face when his eyes finally met mine is a memory that will never leave me, he literally couldnt complete his sentence.
I have good friends, people who do not judge and who value me but the horror of bumping into the old crowd is turning me into a recluse.
I’ve got lots of unhelpful thought patterns about being overweight – my father heaped scorn on my mum pretty much all the time, her being overweight added justification to his scorn in his mind. To him how can anyone with any self respect or self control let them self get so fat.
She had the last laugh though because he died (was diabetic)of a massive heart attack at 60! Mum is doing well though has always battled with weight. He was not a nice man. No love lost.
I guess my parents are good examples of the fat on the inside and fat on the outside principle. In a way I guess the fat on the outside ones are the lucky ones. I have inherited my mums ‘fat on the outside’ but all of my fathers thought processes about being fat which results in a fairly big dose of self loathing.
The other big elephant in the room (aside from me haha) is my marriage. Three years after getting married he had an affair for over a year. So stupid of me not to have noticed. I was in the midst of post pregnancy recovery and young children and nightmarish sleep deprivation that went on for five years due to various reasons with our eldest.
I have worked really hard on myself to stay in the marriage and remove feelings of hatred, suspicion, rage, etc. I felt it so unfair that I did nothing wrong yet was kept lying awake at night for years while he slept peacefully with no qualms whatsoever. I have replaced hate and rage with an appreciation of his better qualities and feel empowered to say out loud when I think he is wrong. It’s not a loving marriage, we work well as a team. He is having other affairs. I am trying to live my life as I would wish to – regardless of my marriage.
I have had super success with Atkins in the past but not so much in recent years. I can’t stomach all that meat.
Recently I was ill and didn’t eat for a week, all I could cope with was an apple a day, sometimes not even that. I lost a stone in a week but that went back on within a month.
I have to loose 6 stone that’s 84lb is it even possible?
I don’t understand how the whole 8 week thing works. Do you just carry on till you get to your weight target?? Clearly it’s going to take more than 8 weeks 🙂
How important is the restricting calorie and counting calorie? I honestly can’t imagine myself being any good / motivated to do that.
I cut out coffee last year ( I was only ever a one cup a day girl) because I only liked it with full cream. The cream / milk make me feel unwell so I generally avoid them. I bloat up massively on bread and get hiccups / burning /choking sensation though sometimes I don’t. This leads me to think it’s all in my mind and once or twice a week I’ll have a few slices of homemade bread as toast or a sandwich. I am rapidly going off the taste of potatoes and try and cook with rice (brown) or buckwheat or pearl barley. I do crave sugar and probably have something sweet after evening meal with the family. I don’t buy biscuits or sweet treats as part of my regular shop but still manage to find a cake or similar for dinner. If there was a packet of biscuits in the cupboard I would eat them all. I crave something sweet after a meal. I don’t drink fizzy pop but do have a glass or red wine most nights.
I have no idea why I have told all this story – I realised a year or so ago that I was using past events as a “poor me” excuse for being fat.
I’ve never told anyone this little story of my mundane troubles. Sorry that be a bore and I realise how lucky I am and that others have much worse experiences.
Thank you.