My favorite quote in the world comes from Eleanor Roosevelt: "You must do the thing you think you cannot do."
I'm forcing myself to post tonight precisely because I don't want to. I don't want to post again saying that I had another failure of a day and that I honestly do not know how to dig myself out of this hole. I'm so exhausted from fighting and thinking about it that I don't even know what else to say. When does it get to the point where I stop thinking so much and just do?
I'm a scrapbooker and there's a class out there called "One Little Word". I don't know anything about it really other than the idea is you have one word for the new year. One word to describe your hopes and dreams for the upcoming year. This got me to thinking. If I could choose just one word to encompass all that I desire for my life, what would it be? I decided on "peace". Peace with my body. Peace with food. Peace with my finances. Peace in all my relationships. Peace with my job. Peace with my surroundings. Peace with my current place in life at right this moment. That's all I want. Peace. I don't want constant insanity flowing through my mind. I feel so out of control. I feel so much like I've just let life pass me by. My youth is fading fast. I don't want to lose another minute.
So I have to start now. But...how?
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
The Holidays
I live in a house with 3 other adults and a 2 year old. And it's December. Which in my family means food and lots of it. Christmas cookies, Christmas cakes and candies. Thick, heavy soups and stews and meats. Add to that my constant weening motivation and you have a Holiday Recipe for DISASTER.
I don't know how, but despite two weeks of gaining, I'm not giving up. It feels like such a joke to even type those words: I'm not giving up. The truth is, I feel like I have already. And I did think to myself for about ten seconds this afternoon, "It's time to surrender. You can try again after the holidays are over."
I don't know how to convey to anyone this hold that food has on me. How it pulls me into it's embrace and won't let go no matter how hard I kick and scream and beg. I do beg. I beg on a daily basis to be free of its grip. I wonder often why this is the battle I was given in my life. I mourn for the years I've lost. I've let them flit by as I have just wafted through this little life of mine, never really seizing anything - never really feeling like I'm living. Always feeling that I'm somehow less than human because of my size. That when references are made to "women", I'm not among those counted.
So, while I don't know how to get through the holidays without gaining, let alone while actually losing...some part of me doesn't know how to let it all go either and to throw in the towel. Tomorrow is a new day. And the next another new day. And the next and the next after that.
I don't know how, but despite two weeks of gaining, I'm not giving up. It feels like such a joke to even type those words: I'm not giving up. The truth is, I feel like I have already. And I did think to myself for about ten seconds this afternoon, "It's time to surrender. You can try again after the holidays are over."
I don't know how to convey to anyone this hold that food has on me. How it pulls me into it's embrace and won't let go no matter how hard I kick and scream and beg. I do beg. I beg on a daily basis to be free of its grip. I wonder often why this is the battle I was given in my life. I mourn for the years I've lost. I've let them flit by as I have just wafted through this little life of mine, never really seizing anything - never really feeling like I'm living. Always feeling that I'm somehow less than human because of my size. That when references are made to "women", I'm not among those counted.
So, while I don't know how to get through the holidays without gaining, let alone while actually losing...some part of me doesn't know how to let it all go either and to throw in the towel. Tomorrow is a new day. And the next another new day. And the next and the next after that.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Oh Wow, Oh Wow, Oh Wow!
I have been super MIA for over a month, haven't I?
Well, just a few little updates:
*I'm still attending my WW meetings weekly.
*I am struggling BIG time.
*I am almost back to my WW starting weight.
*This week will be my 16th meeting and thus will be time for a persistence award. I'm dreading this meeting because I know the leader will ask me if I mind sharing how much I've lost...
It's ridiculous that someone my size will have lost almost nothing in 16 weeks. But let's be honest - I haven't been consistent: I haven't stayed on plan, I haven't tracked, I haven't worked out like I should be. I don't know why I can't muster up the strength, courage, and motivation to do this. It's frustrating and scary. And for some reason I'm terrified of committing myself to it.
That's really all I have to say for today. Meanwhile, I will still keep trudging along. My big goal for this week has been to track everything I eat, no matter how ugly it might be. And I have stuck to that. And it has been pretty ugly.
Well, just a few little updates:
*I'm still attending my WW meetings weekly.
*I am struggling BIG time.
*I am almost back to my WW starting weight.
*This week will be my 16th meeting and thus will be time for a persistence award. I'm dreading this meeting because I know the leader will ask me if I mind sharing how much I've lost...
It's ridiculous that someone my size will have lost almost nothing in 16 weeks. But let's be honest - I haven't been consistent: I haven't stayed on plan, I haven't tracked, I haven't worked out like I should be. I don't know why I can't muster up the strength, courage, and motivation to do this. It's frustrating and scary. And for some reason I'm terrified of committing myself to it.
That's really all I have to say for today. Meanwhile, I will still keep trudging along. My big goal for this week has been to track everything I eat, no matter how ugly it might be. And I have stuck to that. And it has been pretty ugly.
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