I was such an idiot yesterday. Firstly, I was super miserable about only losing a pound. Secondly, despite an intense hatred for shopping, I went to a clothes shop figuring losing almost twenty pounds oughta to have made me do down a size. Thirdly, I let the last two reduce me to three separate public outbursts of tears.
Lets take numero uno...
I really worked extra hard this week, with my exercise and my eating was faultless. So in that respect I expected a bigger loss than a pound. I guess that is where I went wrong, I should not anticipate how much I am going to lose, just be grateful that I am loosing no matter how little or small. I tried to stay positive and be happy but it wasn't happening. I could not conjure up excitement or any small bit of triumph.
Secondly...
I went to Evans the only shop that caters for fat people. Well for young fat people. I hate clothes shopping at the best of times but I thought it would cheer me because surely with my clothes being loose and stuff, going down a size would be just the affirming nod that might get me out of my funk. Alas no. I was the same size. The weight that has come hasn't come off in the right places. The tops were loose around my boobs and top of back but clung to my stomach and hips like usual. So I figure my because I wear the same clothes all the time they must have just stretched as I got fatter and even though I've lost weight I am now the actual size of those original clothes.
Thirdly... the combination of the both these caused me to break down. I cried right there in the shop. Sobbing like an idiot. Calmed myself down and rang my mother. Broke down again on the phone to her, so much I had to hang up and promise to ring her back. Even in the haze of tears I went and had my post weigh in treat. I ate it all. Even though I was full. I just eat it until my stomach swelled. Which produced more tears. It was not good. I almost went on a doughnut binge (krispy kreme was just around the corner) but managed not to succumb to it. I wanted to just give up and say, that's it I'M FAT. FUCK IT.
Got home and had a bath. Read a little. And spoke to each of my parents. Read the comments that people wrote on my blog. Felt really stupid. The bath helped me relax and not just loosen the knots in my muscles but the knots in my head. My mam and dad were great. They both reminded me how much more energy I had, how this was the happiest they have seen me in a long time and that they were beyond proud of what I was doing. It was so overwhelming and great to hear them say that. Then I read the lovely comments that people posted on my blog and realised many things.
Hello!
Do you know me?
If you don't, you should.
I am ONE POUND OF FAT, and I amthe happiest pound of FAT that you would ever want to meet! Want to know why?
It's because no one ever wants to lose me!
After all, I am only ONE POUND OF FAT. Just ONE POUND.
Everyone wants to lose 3 or 5 or 15pounds, but never ONLY one.
So, I just stick around and happily keep you.
Then I am free to add to myself, ever so slyly, so that you never seem to notice...
That is, until I have grown to 10, 20 or even 30 pounds in weight...
YES... it is fun being ONLY ONE POUND OF FAT... left to do just as I please.
So, when you weigh in, go ahead... just keep on saying, "Oh I only lost one pound." (As if that is so terrible.)
For you see, if you do this, you will encourage others to hang around me because they will think that I am not worth losing.
And I LOVE being around you... your arms, your legs, your chin, your hips, and every other part of you.
HAPPY DAYS!
After all, I am ONLY ONE POUND OF FAT!!!
~Author Unknown
It made me smile but it also put things into perspective. Yes, I thought I deserved a bigger loss but the fact that I didn't gain is some thing to be proud of. One pound is better than none, I can't begin to imagine how I would now react to a gain. That scared me. If I reacted this badly and it was to loss, what the hell would happen if I gained? It was such an over reaction. In retrospect, I am embarassed about how I behaved yesterday. My life is good and I must remember that I am in it for the long haul and that most importantly its about my health. I am already benefiting in sooooo many ways and yet I always choose to focus on the one negative. I am making it my aim to be more positive. Stop focusing on the scales.
I am really grateful to all who posted yesterday and to my parents for helping me off the bad path before I got lost.
Now I just need to finish my last essay of the year so I can go out and enjoy the sunshine...