I think I've mentioned on here in the past month or so that I find I can eat more now. I'm realizing that this is the true test of what I've been learning and unlearning in the past few years of therapy, surgery, and drastic weight loss. I noticed over the holidays that I could eat more in quantity and I still record all of my foods on fitday.com so I also know that my calorie intake has gone up. Now that the dust has settled from both the holidays and my move, I am realizing the full impact of where I now find myself and it's scary and overwhelming.
I've been snacking a lot more over the past few weeks, primarily since I moved into my own place. It's not even real snacks, but I'll have a cup of soup in between breakfast or lunch and I almost always eat something when I get home from work, which is about 11pm. I'm becoming increasingly aware of the fact that I'm eating because I'm either bored or lonely (or both), and yet that isn't stopping me either.
Part of the reason why it's not stopping me is because I also know that I consume an average of 1200 calories per day, which is a paltry amount when considering how active I am. My day starts at 6:30am with either a jog, yoga, or weight training, 6 days per week; I paint or run errands until I go to work at 12:30; I run around the school all day until 10pm. It's rare for me to watch more than an hour of tv per day, and even more rare for me to have a weekend day in which I just hang out at home. I know that the calories I'm consuming are consistent with a "regular person" who is as active as I am and who is on a strict diet and that this is why I continue to lose weight. I know that I'm actually going to have to force myself to eat more to try and stop the weightloss - I'm only 13 lbs from goal and I have at least 15 lbs of loose skin, so I'm right on the edge.
However,
I'm scared - I think I'll pass out if I ever start actually gaining weight, even if it's a paltry couple of pounds. I'm sick and tired of being obsessed with food. I'm pissed - why am I still self-sabotaging after all of the work I've done over the past 4 years?!
I'm struggling with this right now. I'm compassionate enough with myself to realize that I've made progress simply by being able to articulate all of this and to work through it without being depressed or even more self-destructive. Today's my 14th day without cigarettes, I drink my water and take my vitamins every day, I don't eat fatty or sugary foods, and I'm getting almost 100 grams of protein each day. I know I'm doing a good job... but of course, it's not good enough.
