Hey all, this is my first post.
I've been reading here for months and months.
I love to write so why I have not posted is a mystery.
Anyways, I'm in trouble. Big trouble.
This is my 4th try at induction in 4 months. Something happens to me on day 5 or so (I have journalled every time, including emotions and physical reports) On Day 5, blammo. I fall appart. I feel so emotionally drained, sad, wasted, so many words to describe. Exhaustion, like I am an old woman. The day starts good, but by 5pm I am physically exhausted and barely able to focus on work.
Today is day 5, try #4. I lose weight nicely, and my first 3 days saw 3 lbs. gone, much of it water I assume.
So tonight, more out of exhaustion and needing to feel a trace of comfort, I ate a handful of microwave buttered popcorn and 2 slices of Pizza Hut stuffed crust that was leftover from the kids a few days ago.
Instantly I felt physically ill, and did somtething I have never done before. I went to the bathroom and threw up what I could. That was disgusting, painful and humiliating. I didn't wallow in self-pity at that time, but felt emotions rising up in me fast. The rest of the night I was short with my great kids, and feel, really, like I am falling apart. Not out of guilt, as I am sure I can forgive myself, cheating is not the end of things. But this day 5 thing scares me. I want to curl up and cry for a year straight. I don't know what happens inside me. I am a 37 year-old single mom of 2, I work a job where I am the boss and everyone there counts on me. I don't have a ready steady means of support and encouragement in my life, to drop the 60 pounds I must drop. Kids were needy tonight. And I blew it. I probably would have even if I had not ate pizza and popcorn. I wasn't at my best before my binge.
I don't want to say I am destined to not succeed at this, but right this very moment, I feel genuine fear. I am afraid I cannot get past this 5th day thing. I have no idea if this is even real or imagined. I count my carbs meticulously, omit salt that comes from the shaker, drink about 80 ounces of water per day. I'm not always a good sleeper, but I can hold my own in the snooze department.
Please, anyone, if you know what this is, please offer your words or advice. I gained my weight this summer due to self-destruction and a terrible relationship with food. I am a 37 year-old woman, weighing 188 pounds, five foot 5. My dream is 127. I've never been that weight my adult life.
I don't want to break apart, I want to go forward. I'm tired and scared of looking back any more.
I've been reading here for months and months.
I love to write so why I have not posted is a mystery.
Anyways, I'm in trouble. Big trouble.
This is my 4th try at induction in 4 months. Something happens to me on day 5 or so (I have journalled every time, including emotions and physical reports) On Day 5, blammo. I fall appart. I feel so emotionally drained, sad, wasted, so many words to describe. Exhaustion, like I am an old woman. The day starts good, but by 5pm I am physically exhausted and barely able to focus on work.
Today is day 5, try #4. I lose weight nicely, and my first 3 days saw 3 lbs. gone, much of it water I assume.
So tonight, more out of exhaustion and needing to feel a trace of comfort, I ate a handful of microwave buttered popcorn and 2 slices of Pizza Hut stuffed crust that was leftover from the kids a few days ago.
Instantly I felt physically ill, and did somtething I have never done before. I went to the bathroom and threw up what I could. That was disgusting, painful and humiliating. I didn't wallow in self-pity at that time, but felt emotions rising up in me fast. The rest of the night I was short with my great kids, and feel, really, like I am falling apart. Not out of guilt, as I am sure I can forgive myself, cheating is not the end of things. But this day 5 thing scares me. I want to curl up and cry for a year straight. I don't know what happens inside me. I am a 37 year-old single mom of 2, I work a job where I am the boss and everyone there counts on me. I don't have a ready steady means of support and encouragement in my life, to drop the 60 pounds I must drop. Kids were needy tonight. And I blew it. I probably would have even if I had not ate pizza and popcorn. I wasn't at my best before my binge.
I don't want to say I am destined to not succeed at this, but right this very moment, I feel genuine fear. I am afraid I cannot get past this 5th day thing. I have no idea if this is even real or imagined. I count my carbs meticulously, omit salt that comes from the shaker, drink about 80 ounces of water per day. I'm not always a good sleeper, but I can hold my own in the snooze department.
Please, anyone, if you know what this is, please offer your words or advice. I gained my weight this summer due to self-destruction and a terrible relationship with food. I am a 37 year-old woman, weighing 188 pounds, five foot 5. My dream is 127. I've never been that weight my adult life.
I don't want to break apart, I want to go forward. I'm tired and scared of looking back any more.





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