makes me sad

i just read an article about this woman- who is now the guinness book of world records, heaviest woman. What made me sad- wasn't the article, or that this woman weighs 700 pounds, even though thats sad too. What was sadder to me was all the comments that were left on the article. Talking about how disgusting she is, and how she just needs to eat better- and that yeah sure its hard to lose weight, but its not that hard. everything so negative. yes being that size is very unhealthy for her- but there is a reason she got to the size, and it didn't happen overnight. and no, it will not be easy for her to lose weight- not at all. it just makes me sad that lack of understanding people have. and how everyone seems to just have an easy fix for everything- when in reality nothing is easy like they think it is. i hate the way the world sees overweight people- it makes me sad, and makes me want to cry. if only they could understand that it is so much more then eating the "wrong" things and eating "too much"....

feeling exhausted

therapy was beyond draining today... i feel like taking a nap... or getting drunk, or something. just checking out for a little bit. yesterday was tiring too.

feeling like crap all day really drains you. but talking about it and why you feel that way- is even more draining. i have so much self hatred- it is disgusting. it makes me sad how much i bully myself. i am so hard on myself- and i don't know how to change it. i don't know how to stop. its this vicious cycle.

one day i will understand it all. but right now- i don't. it doesn't ever make full sense to me. i hate myself for gaining weight(even though i don't really know i did) so i don't eat the whole day- which makes me feel worse. then i decide to eat. and then i don't want to stop eating.... because it makes me feel worse- its like i enjoy making myself feel worse. because i feel like that is what i deserve. i deserve to feel like crap. :(

disappointed

i have been doing so good... at least i thought so. i have been feeling good about my food choices, and actually feeling good about myself... but this morning- was a major set back.

I was getting dressed, and i grabbed a pair of my jeans- that i haven't worn since the spring, and they didn't fit. they were too tight. i had muffin tops all over the place, and just looked disgusting. i was angry. according to the scale at my moms house- i have supposedly lost weight- that is obviously not true. if i had lost weight- my pants would fit.

i already didn't want to eat- but now i really don't want to eat. ever. i am over it. i have been trying so hard to be good- and to eat- and be healthy and what not- and all it is doing is exactly what i was afraid it would do. make me gain weight. i am obviously not doing something right. i don't drink soda, i don't eat fast food. 9 times out of 10 i pick a healthier option for meals. i eat a few times a day- small portions. and i work out a little bit 5 times a week. where is the problem? which one is not working? the only thing i can think of is eating. i just need to cut back even more then... and up my exercise.

i haven't been this disappointed in myself in a long time.

thursday

another day. 

i am trying to stop myself from eating at night. i seem to always binge a little bit right before going to bed- this leads to lots of mornings with really bad stomach aches. i can't figure out why, because as i am eating i know exactly what i am doing. its a stupid cycle- so dumb

i haven't been eating a lot. and most of that is due to the fact that almost everything makes me feel sick. either physically or mentally. today i have had yogurt, and celery. real healthy i know...

wednesday

yesterday i had therapy. it went well. we talked a lot about my feelings when i eat... and also the physical side of my stomach, and how much of an effect that is having on me.

It is ridiculously hard to become mentally ok with eating- when 90% of the things i eat make my stomach hurt. it is clear that there is a physical problem as well as a mental one. my therapist told me to be more assertive with my doctor, when asking for more tests to be done, and what not. i have gotten a referral now to go to a specialist. that makes me very happy. maybe finally- after all these years of stomach aches we can figure out how to fix it.

It was also nice to hear my therapist say that she doesn't worry about me. that she doesn't think my eating habits are harming me or doing damage to my body. i was very thankful for that.

i really feel like once the physical problems with eating are figured out- that the mental and emotional stuff will be a lot easier to deal with. i feel ready to fully deal with it- and fully heal. i want to be better more than i can explain. and not just for everyone else- but for myself too (huge step).

stupid stupid stupid

i am feeling insecure right now. my stomach had hurt pretty much constantly for the past few days...

Last night, i wanted camerin to touch me, i wanted so bad to feel his hands on me. but then when he was touching me, all i could think about was how i hoped he couldn't feel how fat i have gotten, and i kept thinking about sucking my stomach in- to make sure it didn't stick out. he deserves a hot sexy wife- and i am non of those things. i couldn't even enjoy being in his arms, because of the thoughts in my mind. the only time i understand him touching me, or wanting to- is if it is going to lead to sex, or something sexual. thats the only time it makes sense to me. like i can understand why he would want to touch me if that was what he was trying to get. but i don't understand why he would want to touch me, just to touch me.

When i was overweight- the only time i got attention from guys- was when it was going to be something sexual. the only things that were "good" on my body were my boobs and my ass. that was all that ever got talked about. i don't feel sexy or confident in myself, unless someone is trying to get in my pants. so if camerin isn't trying to do that, then i don't feel sexy. and then i wonder- "why isn't he trying to?" and it all spirals from there. why doesn't my husband want to have sex with me? am i not pretty to him? Does he not find me sexually attractive? would he rather be with someone else? is he with someone else? its this vicious cycle- that i can't seem to stop. i am usually the more dominant one... which is fine for me, except now all i want is to be submissive... well not really. i just want to be desired- and thats not how i am feeling. but i can't blame camerin- its not his job to fix me. i just want to be per-sued by him right now... i want it to be his idea- i want to feel sexy...

This is stupid. i put way too much thought into all this. and all it ends up doing is making everything that much harder. puts too much pressure, makes it so much more complicated. trying to make things better- all i end up doing is making things a lot worse... why?

Eating is ok i guess- but not better. just ok. i ate bad this weekend- and felt awful about it- in fact i still do. i don't feel like eating anything- for awhile.

return to normalcy.... please...

i had thought things were getting easier... and i guess in some ways they are... the eating has been a little easier, but the stomach pains are still there, and the brain is still thinking terrible thoughts about myself.

sleep is still not happening. and now i am starting to actually feel depressed.

i just feel sad. most of the time.

i miss Camerin....

i want things to be normal. i am fighting everyday to just feel normal- for things to just be how they always were, and always are. i just want to come home and have it be how it was a month ago... before i got super stressed.. and everything felt so chaotic.... please. i don't know how much more i can do... i feel like i am doing everything to help make that happen....