I've been thinking that maybe this thread belongs on the diaries forum but hopefully no one will mind for now if I just witter on here for a bit longer. I'm hoping that I manage to keep trying to get back on the CD wagon long enough to have a diary...
Bit of a strange entry this. But I've been thinking, like you do on New Year's Eve, about all that I thought I'd achieve this year. I kind of thought I'd finally crack the weight thing and be zooming towards being a Size 12 (I'd say Size 10, but I can't even imagine that).
And then I had one of those odd, lightbulb moments. A moment in which I realised that actually, I can't work out what I'm dieting for anymore. Oh, I could tell you all the superficial stuff. I could tell you about wanting to walk into any clothes shop and just pick anything up and look good in it. I could tell you that it'd be great to pick up a Twix in a petrol station and not feel like everyone's looking at me and thinking, "Well, you don't need that, you fat cow!" (whether they are or not
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But here's the tricky thing. I've been dieting for as long as I can remember. Unsuccessfully, most of the time. There were a few fantastic months during 2008 when I felt pretty slim (I was still twelve stones something, so I wasn't really - but compared to nearly eighteen stones, that felt pretty slim, I can tell you.)
Trouble is, that feeling wears off. People stop commenting on the 'new you' because well, it's old news. It's a bit like how you feel when you've just had a baby. For nine months, the attention's been on you and your rapidly swelling belly and then boom, the baby's out of you and it's not about you anymore, it's about the bundle of joy in the carry cot.
Hmm, that makes me sound like I lost weight because I was attention seeking. Maybe I was, subconsciously.
But I still want to lose weight. I just can't figure out why. Am I only doing it in the hope that people will like me more? And if that's the case, is the reason I keep falling off the wagon something to do with a part of me realising that losing weight doesn't change who I am, only the way I look?
Am I only trying to lose weight because that's what I've done all my life - tried to lose weight? Kind of worrying, because if I did lose all the weight, what on earth would I do then? Put it back on so that I could lose it again? Is being a serial dieter just a habit I've fallen into?
This isn't going to be one of those posts where the light bulb moment results in a solution, so I'm sorry if you've read this far hoping for a pearl of wisdom, LOL. I woke up this morning (having spectacularly crashed and burned on the CD front last night) feeling rebellious and thinking, "I don't want to do CD today." But will having yet another day of eating whatever I want whenever I want do anything for me? I'm thinking it won't...
I haven't rebelled yet. So far, I've only had a couple of cups of tea and there's time to make this a good CD day. It's just that I so wanted to be well into ketosis by now. But obviously I didn't want it enough, did I? Cos I'd be there by now, right? Only it doesn't feel as simple as that.
Where the hell is my head at?? I just don't know anymore.
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