Just realized something today about my relationship with food. I have struggled with eating disorders my whole life but never admitted to anyone, least of al myself. I have gone days without eating anything and just drinking water. I found after day 3 of eating nothing, the hunger pains go away for the most part. I used to enjoy the challenge of seeing how long I could go without eating, and not passing out. I rationalized I was just doing a "cleanse." I am not sharing this to be dramatic. It is something I have struggled with. I am compliant with my DS because I do not want to get sick, but honestly I wish I could not eat.
The thought has occurred to me, that I might lose weight faster if I just drank protein shakes 4x a day to get my protein in, and made sure I drank tons of water and got in all my vites. I am not trying to justify my actions. I do not enjoy eating since I had surgery. I find eating only a necessary evil. I used to love food before, but I tell myself that is how I got so fat and now have a very hate relationship with it.
I didn't know I would feel this way after surgery. Like most of us I used food to push down my emotions and numb myself. I thought it was my friend and was always there to comfort me. Surgery made me feel differently. Now I look at it as a lying cheating spouse. I wish it would go away. It lied to me for years and made me unhealthy. I relied on it far too much. This isn't healthy either. I know this...intellectually.
I hid behind my wall of fat and used it to push people away. Now my weight is front and center and the topic of almost every conversation I have with people. I hate it. I just want to be left alone. Yes, I am losing weight. But I don't want to talk about. And it is none of your business how much I have lost, so stop hinting around for numbers. I resent people who now tell me I look pretty, or I am looking well, because it makes me feel like before I wasn't.
I want to just be left alone and hid away from the world. I never realized how big being fat was a part of my identity to other people(pun intended...haha) and it makes me angry sometimes. I resent guys who now try to hit on me, because they wouldn't have thought twice before. I want to scream at people, "I am not my fat!" My body issues are more prominent to me than ever before. I can not use food to stuff down emotions, so I have to deal with them whether I want too or not. I have been finding myself looking in the mirror and picking myself apart. I feel like such a failure for allowing my weight to creep up as high as it did, and I will always have reminders of that. Loose skin, scars, plastic surgery scars maybe one day.
I am newly single, after being married for 9 years. Dating seems impossible to me. There are guys who like big girls, but I won't be much longer. There are guys who like skinny chics, but even if I get skinny(something I am not 100% convinced of yet) I will never be normal. I will always have scars. So who in the hell is going to want me now? I feel like a freak. I had self esteem issues before as fat, but there was an identity with that, albeit it might have been more delusional that I let on. I was one of those big girls who said I was happy being curvy and plus size. I wasn't, but what was my alternative? I would eat nothing but salad and water for weeks and not drop a pound.
I turned 29 this year. I am noticing that my skin doesn't snap back as well. I had lapband in 07 at 22 and my skin seemed to snap back amazingly well. I lost 100 lbs. I realize in the grand scheme of things 29 is actually young. To some of you I seem like a baby yet....but I feel old. I didn't say it was rational, just how I feel.
I am sorry to be a downer. I am more using this as a place to vent, because I feel like maybe some of you would understand.
The thought has occurred to me, that I might lose weight faster if I just drank protein shakes 4x a day to get my protein in, and made sure I drank tons of water and got in all my vites. I am not trying to justify my actions. I do not enjoy eating since I had surgery. I find eating only a necessary evil. I used to love food before, but I tell myself that is how I got so fat and now have a very hate relationship with it.
I didn't know I would feel this way after surgery. Like most of us I used food to push down my emotions and numb myself. I thought it was my friend and was always there to comfort me. Surgery made me feel differently. Now I look at it as a lying cheating spouse. I wish it would go away. It lied to me for years and made me unhealthy. I relied on it far too much. This isn't healthy either. I know this...intellectually.
I hid behind my wall of fat and used it to push people away. Now my weight is front and center and the topic of almost every conversation I have with people. I hate it. I just want to be left alone. Yes, I am losing weight. But I don't want to talk about. And it is none of your business how much I have lost, so stop hinting around for numbers. I resent people who now tell me I look pretty, or I am looking well, because it makes me feel like before I wasn't.
I want to just be left alone and hid away from the world. I never realized how big being fat was a part of my identity to other people(pun intended...haha) and it makes me angry sometimes. I resent guys who now try to hit on me, because they wouldn't have thought twice before. I want to scream at people, "I am not my fat!" My body issues are more prominent to me than ever before. I can not use food to stuff down emotions, so I have to deal with them whether I want too or not. I have been finding myself looking in the mirror and picking myself apart. I feel like such a failure for allowing my weight to creep up as high as it did, and I will always have reminders of that. Loose skin, scars, plastic surgery scars maybe one day.
I am newly single, after being married for 9 years. Dating seems impossible to me. There are guys who like big girls, but I won't be much longer. There are guys who like skinny chics, but even if I get skinny(something I am not 100% convinced of yet) I will never be normal. I will always have scars. So who in the hell is going to want me now? I feel like a freak. I had self esteem issues before as fat, but there was an identity with that, albeit it might have been more delusional that I let on. I was one of those big girls who said I was happy being curvy and plus size. I wasn't, but what was my alternative? I would eat nothing but salad and water for weeks and not drop a pound.
I turned 29 this year. I am noticing that my skin doesn't snap back as well. I had lapband in 07 at 22 and my skin seemed to snap back amazingly well. I lost 100 lbs. I realize in the grand scheme of things 29 is actually young. To some of you I seem like a baby yet....but I feel old. I didn't say it was rational, just how I feel.
I am sorry to be a downer. I am more using this as a place to vent, because I feel like maybe some of you would understand.