There is one thing about me that is different than most people with a weight problem. I've noticed it in the past, and it's resurfaced. When I'm depressed, rather than running to food for comfort, I can't eat.
Now, I'll admit that I reached 213 pounds by eating when I was bored, eating when I was happy, eating to enhance the enjoyment of a good book or television program, eating for many reasons, but not for being depressed.
My S.O. and I have actually only been officially living together since the 18th (a little over a week ago). Well, his Mom, who lives in Beltsville, MD (about 45 minutes from here) insisted that he come over for Thanksgiving, since other family members where coming from out of town. Well, when she got him there, she didn't want to let him leave! She found every possible kind of task for him to do around that huge house of hers. She finally let him return home, yesterday. Great, it felt wonderful to finally have him home. (Loud horn blast, here)
When he gets home, he hits me with the fact that her husband's (Michael's stepfather) family is having a reunion this week in Myrtle Beach, and she wants Michael to go. He said that she asked numerous times, and that it was very important to her. I, unfortunately, said that he'd already been with her for over three days, and that we only have two weeks before I have to travel to be with my family for Christmas, and I'd rather that he not go. (I'm going to be gone for two weeks. My Mom is fighting cancer, and this might, possibly, be her last Christmas. I promised her that I'd stay for as long as I could, this year. I really have NO choice.) Well, to make a long story short, Michael accused me of trying to make him choose between me and his mother! Things went downhill for a while, but we finally got it all calmed back down, and back to normal. However, they left this morning for five days in Myrtle Beach.
The point of all of this is that yesterday I wasn't able to eat all day. I finally did make myself eat a chicken thigh and some green beans last night, because I was feeling a bit weak. Today, I haven't eaten anything, and here it is lunchtime. I brought tuna salad, and I am going to eat it, because I know that I must. But, I certainly don't want it.
I think the worst part of this is having to pretend to everyone that everything's great. Co-workers ask how my Thanksgiving was, and I have to say, "Great, how was yours?" I have to smile at everyone as if all is well, and all I can really think about is getting this week over so that the person I care about will be back home, and we can at least be together again for a little while.
God, now I know why everyone complains about mothers-in-law!
Now, I'll admit that I reached 213 pounds by eating when I was bored, eating when I was happy, eating to enhance the enjoyment of a good book or television program, eating for many reasons, but not for being depressed.
My S.O. and I have actually only been officially living together since the 18th (a little over a week ago). Well, his Mom, who lives in Beltsville, MD (about 45 minutes from here) insisted that he come over for Thanksgiving, since other family members where coming from out of town. Well, when she got him there, she didn't want to let him leave! She found every possible kind of task for him to do around that huge house of hers. She finally let him return home, yesterday. Great, it felt wonderful to finally have him home. (Loud horn blast, here)
When he gets home, he hits me with the fact that her husband's (Michael's stepfather) family is having a reunion this week in Myrtle Beach, and she wants Michael to go. He said that she asked numerous times, and that it was very important to her. I, unfortunately, said that he'd already been with her for over three days, and that we only have two weeks before I have to travel to be with my family for Christmas, and I'd rather that he not go. (I'm going to be gone for two weeks. My Mom is fighting cancer, and this might, possibly, be her last Christmas. I promised her that I'd stay for as long as I could, this year. I really have NO choice.) Well, to make a long story short, Michael accused me of trying to make him choose between me and his mother! Things went downhill for a while, but we finally got it all calmed back down, and back to normal. However, they left this morning for five days in Myrtle Beach.
The point of all of this is that yesterday I wasn't able to eat all day. I finally did make myself eat a chicken thigh and some green beans last night, because I was feeling a bit weak. Today, I haven't eaten anything, and here it is lunchtime. I brought tuna salad, and I am going to eat it, because I know that I must. But, I certainly don't want it.
I think the worst part of this is having to pretend to everyone that everything's great. Co-workers ask how my Thanksgiving was, and I have to say, "Great, how was yours?" I have to smile at everyone as if all is well, and all I can really think about is getting this week over so that the person I care about will be back home, and we can at least be together again for a little while.
God, now I know why everyone complains about mothers-in-law!







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