I can't get away from myself. Have you ever tried to do that?? Get away from yourself? It's impossible. No matter where you are, what you're doing, how you try to distract yourself with other things...your thoughts always follow you. They're always there.....and at times, they can be haunting...nagging...eating away at you until you finally stop running, and turn and face them head on. Thus....this blog post.
I was extra tired tonight....Mondays are always extra busy but I suspect some of the lethargy had to do with the stupid eating I did this past wknd, which I confessed to in my last post. I came home and had a turkey sandwich and a plum for dinner....baked some chicken breasts for my egg white scrambles in the mornings, cleaned my kitchen, did the dishes, washed 2 loads of laundry, and dropped in bed at 8pm. I was tired....thought I'd be asleep in 5 minutes. Nope. I laid there and tossed and turned for TWO HOURS.
Thoughts about my weight loss
Tonight, while clicking around in blogs, I came across Bitchcakes blog, whom I've posted about before. I haven't been by her blog in quite a while...so I totally missed the post on July 28th where she finally reached her goal weight after what I believe was a 4 year-long battle. Those 4 years included a 2+ year plateau. Can you imagine??? Being at a plateau for OVER 2 YEARS...but not losing sight of your goal, sticking with it and continuing on until you finally cross that finish line? That post was so poignant....her words flowed and I felt every emotion she expressed. Such intense and appreciative relfection on everything she'd been through in the last 4 years. I did the same thing I did when I watched 266's video last Friday....I cried my eyes out. Happy tears for these amazing women for hanging in there and getting it done....sticking with it all the way to the end....never losing sight of their goals because they knew.....they knew what was at the end of that long, hard road. They knew that one day, whether it be sooner or later, all of their work...their sweat...their tears...their falling off the wagon and climbing back on....their perseverance and tenacity would one day pay off in the best way possible.
I laid in the bed just a little while ago and finally stopped running from my thoughts. I just laid there and all of the thoughts that I'd been keeping at bay for the last couple of months....I let them flow in and consume me. I laid there and cried pititful tears. I cried for all times I've screwed up...all the times I've let myself down with my weight loss goals....all the times I've let my consistency fall by the wayside. I cried for being so weak-minded when it comes to food choices.....and for the knowledge that it's my fault that I'm as big as I am. It's my fault for letting myself get all the way up to 340 lbs and stretching out the skin on my body so badly that without a very expensive surgery, my body will never look good to me. I cried because I'm afraid that when I do finally reach my goal, I'm still going to be unhappy, simply because of the skin damage that's already been done, and just isn't reversible without a surgery I'll probably never be able to afford.
I also cried because I know I'm not doing enough right now to lose the weight and I've been trying to ignore it...or put it off...in my mind. With the exception of this past weekend, I've been doing really well with my food intake during this challenge....but there's been virtually no exercise...just a walk on Saturday mornings with my baby Scarlette. It's not enough, and I know it. When I moved to my apartment, I cancelled the gym membership close to my old house. It's too far of a drive from where I live now, but the main reason is I found it senseless to pay a $20 gym membership fee when I moved into an apartment complex that's going to have a fitness center. A new property management company bought this complex last December and they are doing 4.5 million dollars worth of improvements. One of those improvements is a new fitness center. But they keep pushing back the date that it's going to be ready. When I asked last Friday, they said it's going to be another 3-4 weeks.
I've opted not to walk outside at a park after work simply because of the heat. Down here in Atlanta, we have several days a week where the heat index is 104-107 degrees. That's dangerously high. I want to ignore it and go out and exercise anyway, but I'm constantly hearing on the news where people are ending up in the hospital from heat exhaustion. So I keep telling myself it would just be stupid to exercise outdoors right now. And I keep waiting on the fitness center to open so I can use the treadmill and elliptical. But it's just not good enough.
I know this is going to sound weird to you, because it sounds weird to me...but I'm craving exercise. I'm actually missing it. The fact that I haven't been doing it for a while is really messing with my head. I finally let myself do the whole self-honesty thing tonight that Sean's always talking about...and it's painful...but it's also cleansing. You have to acknowledge the problem before you can fix the problem. Ignoring it or putting it off doesn't make it go away. How do I know this? Because I wake up in the same fat body every morning. I hate my fat body, and I hate myself even more for MAKING my body fat.
What I'm fixing to say next is liable to offend some people. I'll apologize ahead of time for any offense, because that's never my intention....but I can't let it keep me from journaling my thoughts and getting all of the toxicity out of my brain. We are all different. We are all motivated by different things, and we all have different beliefs.
Self-honesty for me leads to self-hate. But in MY case, that's not a bad thing. Hate is my motivator. It's what makes me know in my heart of hearts that one day, I WILL get this right. No matter how many do-over's it takes....one day I will experience the exact same exuberant, euphoric joy and triumph that Bitchcakes, 266 and so many others have experienced. I can see it in my mind's eye. I can picture the day that I hit my goal....I can truly wrap my mind around the pride I'm going to feel, because I know that I WILL feel it. It's not a matter of "if" anymore, like it was for so many years.....now it's a matter of "when".
I know that a lot of people gasp when they hear someone say they hate themselves. They say that you can't or won't get the weight off until you learn to love yourself. They say that you're ok now...just the way you are...right where you are...whether you ever lose another pound or not. There's a fine line here for me.
I do hate myself for the choices I've made that led me to morbid obesity. And while I'm in this vein, let me say that I do believe it's all about my own personal choices, and my own personal responsibility. I am responsible for getting to 340 lbs. I am not, nor have I ever been, a victim of circumstance. I wasn't abused as a child or an adult. I had the most loving, supportive, encouraging parents in the world. I come from a very close knit family that had plenty of money and all of my needs were taken care of. Nobody shoved food down my face. I have a thyroid problem, but have never blamed my thyroid, because when I was first diagnosed with it at 30 years old, my doctor told me hypothyroidism can be the blame for about 30 extra lbs. of weight on a person. She said that it doesn't mean you can't lose those 30 lbs, it just means it's a little more difficult than it is for someone w/o a thyroid problem. So I've never blamed the thyroid. I also have PCOS...but that is not the cause of any of my weight gain....it is a SYMPTOM of my weight gain.
Now...back to the self-hatred. I can honestly say that this goes way, WAY back. I've been at the very least, overweight, for as far back as I can remember. Seriously. I want to say maybe as young as 12-13 I was overweight. I can remember being made fun of at school during these years. I could blame it on that...but the people that made fun of me still weren't shoving food down my throat. I was. I always found it fascinating how some girls would develop anorexia or bulimia to keep from being made fun of or to be accepted and in the "cool" crowd. I remember being jealous of them because in my young teenage mind, it took such major self-control to not eat....when I ate everything. I got fat. They didn't. How did they manage so much self-control? Didn't pizza smell good to them? How did they keep from eating in the cafeteria when everyone else was eating? God knows I was. I really, seriously used to revere those girls in my mind because they had something I didn't. Self-control. And I hated myself for it. No matter how much I wish I had it, I could never seem to achieve it, and I really think that's where the self-hatred cycle started.
I'm a no-bullsh*t kind of person....the way I think and what I will and won't put up with have really changed over the years since I've aged. I'm more mentally strong now than I've ever been, and I'm proud of that. I'm also a lot less thin-skinned. I'm still very emotional, and can cry at the drop of a hat...but what sparks those tears have changed. I don't face plant in a plate of food anymore when someone makes fun of me...and yes, it still happens occasionally, even at my age. Nobody that counts....some guy driving down the road who likes to hang out his car window and make fun of fat people....that kind of random thing. It still brings a tear to my eye, but I've grown enough and matured enough in this journey to know that bingeing on something WORSENS the problem.
Now, instead of the self-hatred keeping me in the bingeing cycle, it inspires me to make better choices. To tell you the truth, I haven't had an all-out binge in months and months. That is true progress. Amazing progress. One of the biggest milestones I've had so far in the 90 lbs. I've dropped since my highest point. When I look at myself naked in the mirror every morning before my shower, it's that disgust that makes me say, "I'm going to make this a good eating day. I'm really going to strive for consistency. I need to find a way to start exercising again. I'm sick and tired of looking at all this disgusting fat hanging off of me and there's only one way to change it. It's up to me."
The fine line that I was talking about earlier before I got off on my "school days" tangent is this......I do not hate every single thing about myself. There's a lot of stuff I like. I'm not going to list them, because that would make me sound vain, and I'm not a big fan of vanity. I find it unattractive. But I will say this...I'm proud of myself for making the choice to lose the weight. I'm proud of myself for finally believing I'm worth it. I'm even proud of myself for NOT losing it for Dwayne, who would love to see me at a smaller size. Dwayne in regards to my weight is a whole other story and one that I'm not ready to delve into. He loves me and I absolutely know that....but some things could be better. I'll leave it at that.
I'm also proud of myself for getting up every time I fall. One of the things that's going to be so sweet about reaching my goal is how very long it took me to get there. I've learned a lot of lessons along the way, thanks to finding Blogland. And I've learned a lot about myself....I've learned just what I'm made of, and it's pretty good stuff.
The one thing I'm really, really struggling with right now is the exercise. I have to figure out how I'm going to get it done. Due to the heat and the fitness center taking so long to be completed, I'm actually considering joining another gym. I'm on a very tight budget, so it would have to be one of those no-contract, $20/month jobbies....but I'm considering it. I actually miss the gym. Some people hate it....feel like they're being stared at, etc. It's all in your head. Trust me...nobody gives a crap how many of your fat rolls are jiggling. In fact, the more fat rolls I see jiggling on someone in front of me on the treadmill, the prouder I am of them!!! No joke. It inspires me to no end to see someone set aside their fears and insecurities and just get in there and get the work done. Hell, if anyone needs to be in the gym, it's us fat people!! And I love that sense of comraderie....everyone working towards the common goal of getting fit and taking care of themselves. It's like you're finally part of the "cool" club....it's cool to get healthy and get fit. There's no arguing that point. It's such a noble feeling when you've left the gym pouring sweat, smelling like hot garbage and looking like you've just been run over by a Mack truck. There's nothing wrong with feeling that kind of pride....it's good for the mind and the spirit. I miss it. Whether I choose another gym, or some other form of exercise...I want to feel that feeling again of knowing I'm on the right track to losing this weight for good.
As far as the self-loathing over the loose skin.....I'm still working on that. There's a lot of mental work that goes into losing the weight, and keeping it off for good. A TON of mental work. I'm going to be extremely proud of what I've accomplished when I hit my goal of 170. Maybe as I get closer to goal, even though the loose skin problem will likely get worse, maybe the pride and sense of accomplishment I feel will overpower the regret of abusing my body for so many years. I don't know what's going to happen with that. All I know to do is to press forward and learn to face these issues as they come, instead of burying them or ignoring them, and continuing to stall out. Today was full of good choices, and tomorrow will be, too. I'm going to keep pecking away at this until I get it right....and maybe now that I've gotten all of this out of my system, I can finally get some sleep.
Thanks for listening to my crap....and thanks especially to those who are hanging in there with me because, just like me, you know where I'm going to end up. :)