I started to write that in another thread and realized I wasn't speaking to the poster, but talking about myself. I haven't been on lately, mostly because I've been trying to convince myself that everything is okay, I'm just busy, but...well, not really.
Andrew, if you don't mind, I'm going to use your laundry list of questions from another thread to try and get this all out
Do you feel like you don't deserve to be losing this weight?
Many times (most of the time) I feel like a total fraud and not worthy at all. I look at myself and do not see the weight I've lost, just what's still there, and I look at the rolls and the clothes still not looking right, and I just want to scream in frustration and sadness that I can't seem to let myself be happy with any of it. I recognized that there were aspects of my regime that weren't the best (not eating BADLY, per se, but definitely not being as vigilant with portion sizes and relative protein/veggie/carb percentages, not exercising, drinking 2 glasses of wine a night or every other night), and joined the gym and got a personal trainer (still worried about making sure I can pay for that, but more later). I've been at the gym for a few weeks (3?) and have just GAINED WEIGHT since then. Haven't changed my eating habits (yes, working on that next), but my sabotage brain kicks in and says, "what's the point? you're going to fail just like you fail in everything else."
Are you not happy with how people react to the change in you?
My boss CONSTANTLY refers to it, and it's really wearing on me. I don't want to think about it every second of every day, because it's driving me insane. All I can see is the failure, the shortcomings, the pounds and rolls to overcome, and when she makes comments about what I need to do, or how much I've lost, or even if she compliments me (or anyone compliments me, now that I think about it) it makes me embarrassed. I have the hardest time accepting any compliment, because it always feels disingenuous, like the person is thinking, "You might have lost 165 pounds, but you still look fat and sloppy." Whether they actually ARE thinking that I don't know, but it's what
I'm thinking whenever someone compliments me.
Is there something wrong at home?
My relationship with my boyfriend is fine, we're just struggling together over our home situation - not being very happy in our apartment, but not having nearly enough money for a house, and that has been a rollercoaster of emotions for months, because we were being strung along by his parents with a promise of help that has now fizzled into nothing. I feel stupid for even getting my hopes up over it, but, there it is. My problems at home seem like just general unhappiness in myself - not happy in my job, not happy with where I live, not happy with driving a car where every day I play the game of, "Will it start today?", not happy with what I earn, etc. Look, I know that's all pity party crap. I think today is just extra frustration and depression because I gained another 1/2 pound over the week despite the gym (now back to 190), and so far, every job I've interviewed with (4 now), has turned me down in favor of another candidate. The only way I ever learned to cope with disappointment was eating or withdrawing from the world, and I'm trying my best to not do either, but all the time, I just want to curl up in the corner of a room and cry, and shut out the world, because I feel like I just can't deal with it.
Arg, I hate sounding so melodramatic; I keep saying to myself, "SNAP OUT OF IT!" but I just keep feeling the pressure is compounding and every day I feel a little worse about myself, despite trying to pretend otherwise. I'm getting a bit scared. I've struggled with suicidal thoughts since I was barely a teenager, and the death fantasies are creeping back into my life again. I really don't want to go down that path, but I feel like I'm spiraling out of control with my anxiety and emotions.
And all of this seems magnified because I'm supposed to go to a college alumni event tonight and see old friends from college. I'm scared to death, and now I just want to hide from the whole thing, even though I know I should go, and I'm going to feel like even more of a loser if I turn tail and bail. The thought of going, however, and trying to look decent, is so overwhelmingly anxiety provoking, that the event doesn't seem at all enjoyable.
I'm sorry to write such a long, meandering, maudlin post. I just needed to get some of this stuff out.