Not sure at all why I am here, just to depress and annoy everyone I guess
:-(
That emoticon
is me, bashing my head against a brick wall.
Have started Atkins (and some other diets) at least 1,000 times. 6am determination, all going great but the reality is, it's just a matter of how long I can stand it until I buy and eat creamy milk chocolate.
The best analogy I can give is this: imagine each day you get a random elastic band out of a box of assorted, stretch it longer and longer, until eventually it will snap. (When it snaps depends on the width, strength, type, age etc.)
That is me. The longer I am without creamy milk chocolate the more tension in that rubber band. At some point in the day it will snap. Maybe at 11am, maybe at 3pm, maybe at 6pm. When it snaps I rush out and buy chocolate, rush home and eat it, all of it, immediately. When I eat the chocolate I am in heaven. It's like heroin or alcohol or nicotine to me.
Chocolate flavoured things do not work. Sugar-free choc does not work. Atkins choc bars do not work. One square of black chocolate does not work (yuk hate dark choc). Cocoa powder mixed with butter and cream does not work. The tension is still there until the band snaps and I get the real thing. Meditation does not work. Breathing, self-hypnosis, tapping, done it all.
I have had: counselling, hypnotherapy, diet buddies, the lot. Still I eat about 200g of creamy milk chocolate every single day.
Now my doc says that I am so morbidly obese that I could die any day.
I guess that was supposed to shock me into dieting.
All it did was made me think: If I am gonna die anyway, I might as well die happy, and that day I bought 3 x as much chocolate as I usually have and ate the lot.
Doc says I can have a gastric band. Then I cannot eat more food than the size of a boiled egg. I know what I'd do: eat chocolate, even if I had to melt it.
I have no idea why I have this "death wish" because I love life, have a man who loves me, and have no problems whatsoever apart from my weight.
If my weight was normal I would not even try to give up chocolate.
I guess all this is my guilty secret. What do I want? To vent, to share, to tell, to say goodbye? I don't know.
Maybe what I want is for someone out there to tell me the secret way out of this prison that is hopeless addiction. Has anyone ever cured themselves? Have you ALL cured yourselves and its just me being a glutton or too weak, lazy, stupid, out-of-control, greedy?
:-(
That emoticon
is me, bashing my head against a brick wall.Have started Atkins (and some other diets) at least 1,000 times. 6am determination, all going great but the reality is, it's just a matter of how long I can stand it until I buy and eat creamy milk chocolate.
The best analogy I can give is this: imagine each day you get a random elastic band out of a box of assorted, stretch it longer and longer, until eventually it will snap. (When it snaps depends on the width, strength, type, age etc.)
That is me. The longer I am without creamy milk chocolate the more tension in that rubber band. At some point in the day it will snap. Maybe at 11am, maybe at 3pm, maybe at 6pm. When it snaps I rush out and buy chocolate, rush home and eat it, all of it, immediately. When I eat the chocolate I am in heaven. It's like heroin or alcohol or nicotine to me.
Chocolate flavoured things do not work. Sugar-free choc does not work. Atkins choc bars do not work. One square of black chocolate does not work (yuk hate dark choc). Cocoa powder mixed with butter and cream does not work. The tension is still there until the band snaps and I get the real thing. Meditation does not work. Breathing, self-hypnosis, tapping, done it all.
I have had: counselling, hypnotherapy, diet buddies, the lot. Still I eat about 200g of creamy milk chocolate every single day.
Now my doc says that I am so morbidly obese that I could die any day.
I guess that was supposed to shock me into dieting.
All it did was made me think: If I am gonna die anyway, I might as well die happy, and that day I bought 3 x as much chocolate as I usually have and ate the lot.
Doc says I can have a gastric band. Then I cannot eat more food than the size of a boiled egg. I know what I'd do: eat chocolate, even if I had to melt it.
I have no idea why I have this "death wish" because I love life, have a man who loves me, and have no problems whatsoever apart from my weight.
If my weight was normal I would not even try to give up chocolate.
I guess all this is my guilty secret. What do I want? To vent, to share, to tell, to say goodbye? I don't know.
Maybe what I want is for someone out there to tell me the secret way out of this prison that is hopeless addiction. Has anyone ever cured themselves? Have you ALL cured yourselves and its just me being a glutton or too weak, lazy, stupid, out-of-control, greedy?










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