rachel2206
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I think this is the appropriate forum for the following... Today is Friday 8 June 2012. I weighed myself this morning and I came in at 118kg. I received my exante pack yesterday. An exciting mix of soups, shakes and the all important bars. I am currently sat tapping away at my laptop with a mug of black coffee beside me. I am in a rut. Seriously, my life sucks beyond belief right now. Skipping through all of the unnecesary bits, we get to my weight. My weight goes up and down like a yo yo. Although, honestly, for the last two years it has been creeping up and up and up. In two years I have put on nearly 40kg I would estimate.
So again lets skip out alot of unnecesary babbling. I had myself an epiphany on Wednesday as I was quite quietly sat minding my own business. I hate myself. I actually really hate myself. Not because I am overweight. No I don't like to see myself in the mirror one little bit. I hate myself for becoming someone who actually sits and feels sorry for myself. I have all this stuff going on in my life and I just sit there and feel sorry for myself. That thing has clicked into my head and said pretty much "you are 24 years old and your acting as if your life is over" which to be fair that is exactly what I do. I have got so used to feeling down and letting these things happen...
My conclusion is Rome was not built in a day it took time. I can not fix all my problems today but I can start to work on them one at a time. Even if no one reads my diary, even if I have nothing of worth to offer over the forums I can get what it is I am thinking and feeling out there. So day one it is. I am prepared for a degree of mental torture and headaches within the first several days. One step at a time.
So again lets skip out alot of unnecesary babbling. I had myself an epiphany on Wednesday as I was quite quietly sat minding my own business. I hate myself. I actually really hate myself. Not because I am overweight. No I don't like to see myself in the mirror one little bit. I hate myself for becoming someone who actually sits and feels sorry for myself. I have all this stuff going on in my life and I just sit there and feel sorry for myself. That thing has clicked into my head and said pretty much "you are 24 years old and your acting as if your life is over" which to be fair that is exactly what I do. I have got so used to feeling down and letting these things happen...
My conclusion is Rome was not built in a day it took time. I can not fix all my problems today but I can start to work on them one at a time. Even if no one reads my diary, even if I have nothing of worth to offer over the forums I can get what it is I am thinking and feeling out there. So day one it is. I am prepared for a degree of mental torture and headaches within the first several days. One step at a time.