I wish I could say that I haven't been writing because my anxiety and depression and weight loss woes have abated. Quite the opposite. I'm still super stressed (but at least I'm on meds now) and I'm still weigh myself several times a day. On the bright side, I've lost 43 pounds at this point,… Continue reading It’s been a long time, we shouldn’t have left you…
When the scale is being particularly cooperative: "Yes, everything is awesome! I am encouraged, I'm motivated, I can do this! I'm so proud of myself and I can see the finish line; my life is great!" Literally the next day, when the scale stays the same: "Well, I guess this is it. All my hard… Continue reading An assortment of completely logical thoughts
I was always a heavy child. My mom made sure I knew, throughout my childhood, that my weight was unacceptable. She'd make snide comments about how much I was eating at meals, but never made any effort to provide healthier options or model more appropriate portion sizes. She was also quite heavy, so you can… Continue reading Compliments
No, not that one. I'm not coy about swearing so, trust me, if I felt the need to say "fuck", I would just say it. I wouldn't normally employ such an overused trope, but it does grab the attention, for better or worse. What's the f-word in question? If you're reading this blog, you can… Continue reading The F-Word
Finally, the scale is moving again. After such a long, frustrating time of stepping on the scale and seeing the same number (or, the horror, A HIGHER NUMBER), finally, FINALLY, my hard work is being rewarded. I know what you're thinking: I must have fallen off the diet wagon, right? I messed up, and that's… Continue reading Finally!