I guess with each new year I hope for a change in heart and mind. It rarely comes. Because of course it takes work. To change habits of a lifetime, to give myself back a life I am desperate for, takes time and in my head there is no time, it's running out fast!
But you see, I allow it to. This mornng I weighed myself and the scales weren't smiling. I have put on 9lbs over the holiday period and lets face it that period was just over a week since we closed the gates at work. I know the weight was creeping on before that time, but was I able to, did I actually want to weigh myself? No, of course not. I knew with every mouthful of cake, cream, chocolate, beef, bacon, turkey, custard that i was dragging myself down into a mental overload.
But it didn't stop me. I didn't tell myself to pace it, to stop, to think about the guilt afterwards. I just kept going. I did the thing I hate most, i did the 'waiting for Monday' thing. That thing that doesn't break cycles, patterns or habits, because it is one. Anyway, I weighed in at 23.5lbs, was it a shock? NO! It just feels liek an awful long way to go. I can feel the layers of fat which had been removed in 09 under my boobs and over my belly.and to my sides. I feel lethargic, but whats new, I feel dead. There is no life in my eyes and after years of fighting with myself, I wonder just what I can do to make things work and go the right way when my head is so caught up in decades of failure.
I don't always want to live in a cage, to be in a dark place. I even forced myself to go out on New Year (albeit to my sisters) to at least promise myself a change in whats to come with picking up on a social life again to stop the focus in my life being around food. I drank loads of Stones Ginger Wine this year, more than before. But that's all in the back draw now, I don't normally drink and I doubt that will change much. So a plan?
Hmmm, plans tend to fail, I know that much. professional help? Not after the experience I had with the idiots who do a worse job at it than me. Weight Watchers was an option, but then its an awful lot of money to just be sitting at the back of a cold hall getting weighed, listening to a bit of chat and with no real support where I believe it's needed, as a group. I need to be able to get the support from people who get what I'm going through, although there seems to be little available. So, I will count calories and see if I can find something or start something. i would love to start my own club, just for support. But will I have the inclination and the time to be cocnistent? I haven't a clue. It's a fresh start, and before you know it it will be the summer and I want to have at least made some effort to make a change this year.
Fighting my war against fat!
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