Thank you guys for your encouragement. I do feel like the biggest, fattest loser this morning....but not loser of weight. I just can't see to control my anything. This is all emotional I know, but it is affecting my whole being. I couldn't control where I lived so I wind up in Germany! I couldn't control what I do, so I am a stay at home mom of 2. And I couldnt' control my mouth so I weigh 260lbs or what ever the scale says this mornign....I can't look! That is just how I feel...completely out of control.
It is not my husband's fault that I binged, but Lord knows it was so much easier when he was not around. Even with the kids. I gave them some snacks that they enjoyed and I didn't want to eat them. But I don't allow them to eat anywhere but at the table. I don't watch them eat. I just allow them to. While my husband will bring chips to bed and eat things in front of me. Someone here said it was masochistic to think I can cook those things and not eat them. But honestly I think I should be able to conquer my environment. The difference between alcohol and food is you don't need alcohol to live and you dont' give it to a 2 year old. I feel like I should be able to control myself! I mean look at it this way. I love to shop. Even when I have no money I love to shop. But I don't buy things on credit and screw up our lives that way. I control that desire and wait until I can get what I want. Shouldn't the same discipline be possible with eating?
I do not want to be fat for the rest of my life. I am 37 for God sakes. I have had maybe 3 memorable years of looking at myself in the mirror and smiling back at what I saw. I want more that . Self loathing is debilitating in so many ways. Everytime I think I got a handle on it...BAM this little voice says..."who ya think you're foolin'" "you know that fat is what you are.." I scream and shout and kick and scratch and then I get to a place where I am healing.....I go to the gym everyday...I lose 70lbs!!! I have it undercontrol and BAM again....we move away from everything I know and love. And the climb to self starts all over again. I am just so sick of adversity. I want to win....I want to win at this...my life long nemesis. I dont' blame my mom for me being fat...though she and everyone in my family is. I don't blame my husband...though he has a way of subtley reminding me that I need to lose weight. I blame myself. I am just not doing what i need to do. And I do want to. I have dreamed of myself in a bronze two piece bikini with a sarong, sandals and large copacabana hat for years.
I am good at so many things. I am a wonderful mother, an excellent wife, and friend you will never want to lose and I have talents beyond measure. Why is it that I can't conquer Super FAT? I went to school again at 33 working fulltime 50 hour weeks with a 5 year old son. I got pregnant again at 35 and I still managed to finish my degree and graduate with honors in record time. I did that....surely that is easier than this?! I conquered poverty. I conquered rape. I conquered being abused by my first husband. I have done some phenomenal things in my life....yet I am left feeling totally incapable...illequipt...stupid...useless and...FAT. Why can't I not be?
I made an appointment to have braces put on so that my smile can be nicer. I plan to get contact lenses to change my eyecolor. I am going to get a killer hair cut to enhance my features. I buy a new pair of shoes at least once a month. I refuse to by clothes.....but all I am doing is making that statement I hear in my mind more and more true...She has such a pretty face.....she has so much going for her if she will just lose that weight.... It is as if nothing in the world matters, no matter what I accomplish if I fail at this...I am a failure. I don't want to be. I know it can be done. This WOE is a proven fact that it can be done. why cant IIIII do it? I want to so badly.
Well I am starting to cry now...and my kids are asking why, so I had better go. Thank you all for listening to me and encouraging me. This board is the best thing yet!
It is not my husband's fault that I binged, but Lord knows it was so much easier when he was not around. Even with the kids. I gave them some snacks that they enjoyed and I didn't want to eat them. But I don't allow them to eat anywhere but at the table. I don't watch them eat. I just allow them to. While my husband will bring chips to bed and eat things in front of me. Someone here said it was masochistic to think I can cook those things and not eat them. But honestly I think I should be able to conquer my environment. The difference between alcohol and food is you don't need alcohol to live and you dont' give it to a 2 year old. I feel like I should be able to control myself! I mean look at it this way. I love to shop. Even when I have no money I love to shop. But I don't buy things on credit and screw up our lives that way. I control that desire and wait until I can get what I want. Shouldn't the same discipline be possible with eating?
I do not want to be fat for the rest of my life. I am 37 for God sakes. I have had maybe 3 memorable years of looking at myself in the mirror and smiling back at what I saw. I want more that . Self loathing is debilitating in so many ways. Everytime I think I got a handle on it...BAM this little voice says..."who ya think you're foolin'" "you know that fat is what you are.." I scream and shout and kick and scratch and then I get to a place where I am healing.....I go to the gym everyday...I lose 70lbs!!! I have it undercontrol and BAM again....we move away from everything I know and love. And the climb to self starts all over again. I am just so sick of adversity. I want to win....I want to win at this...my life long nemesis. I dont' blame my mom for me being fat...though she and everyone in my family is. I don't blame my husband...though he has a way of subtley reminding me that I need to lose weight. I blame myself. I am just not doing what i need to do. And I do want to. I have dreamed of myself in a bronze two piece bikini with a sarong, sandals and large copacabana hat for years.
I am good at so many things. I am a wonderful mother, an excellent wife, and friend you will never want to lose and I have talents beyond measure. Why is it that I can't conquer Super FAT? I went to school again at 33 working fulltime 50 hour weeks with a 5 year old son. I got pregnant again at 35 and I still managed to finish my degree and graduate with honors in record time. I did that....surely that is easier than this?! I conquered poverty. I conquered rape. I conquered being abused by my first husband. I have done some phenomenal things in my life....yet I am left feeling totally incapable...illequipt...stupid...useless and...FAT. Why can't I not be?
I made an appointment to have braces put on so that my smile can be nicer. I plan to get contact lenses to change my eyecolor. I am going to get a killer hair cut to enhance my features. I buy a new pair of shoes at least once a month. I refuse to by clothes.....but all I am doing is making that statement I hear in my mind more and more true...She has such a pretty face.....she has so much going for her if she will just lose that weight.... It is as if nothing in the world matters, no matter what I accomplish if I fail at this...I am a failure. I don't want to be. I know it can be done. This WOE is a proven fact that it can be done. why cant IIIII do it? I want to so badly.
Well I am starting to cry now...and my kids are asking why, so I had better go. Thank you all for listening to me and encouraging me. This board is the best thing yet!





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