time4action
Full Member
I thought I'd start a diary to keep me on track. I am very much going this alone and have very few people to talk to regarding the food issues that I tend to face on a day to day basis.
I quite often think, "why is it always about food, why is it at breakfast time I'm fantasising about what's for lunch and at lunchtime I'm dreaming about what to have for dinner". I mean I know its good to plan ahead but jeez, I seem to constantly think about food.
I am 16 stone 3lbs and only just over 5ft. I was shopping in M & S the other day for a new pair of work trousers and caught a glimpse of me in a mirror and jeez I looked like a wigwam. Little head and then this draping of fabric covering my very round frame. I so, very much, want to fit into the piles of clothes that fill my wardrobed and drawers and wear the fabulous shoes that I have tucked under the bed, and to be able to buy underwear that doesnt come with assembly instructions...........
I heard a quote yesterday that I thought was very apt.......... Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway..........thats sorta how I feel right now. I'm scared, scared every day that some disease is going to attack my body because I abuse it so. Scared that I'll be destined to live the rest of my life alone because no one wants the fat chick. Damn thats a depressing thought.
So I'm back here, throwing my thoughts down in this diary. If you've read my first post, then thanks, feel free to comment and I look forward to the journey ahead of me knowing that here, at least, people understand.
T4A xxx
I quite often think, "why is it always about food, why is it at breakfast time I'm fantasising about what's for lunch and at lunchtime I'm dreaming about what to have for dinner". I mean I know its good to plan ahead but jeez, I seem to constantly think about food.
I am 16 stone 3lbs and only just over 5ft. I was shopping in M & S the other day for a new pair of work trousers and caught a glimpse of me in a mirror and jeez I looked like a wigwam. Little head and then this draping of fabric covering my very round frame. I so, very much, want to fit into the piles of clothes that fill my wardrobed and drawers and wear the fabulous shoes that I have tucked under the bed, and to be able to buy underwear that doesnt come with assembly instructions...........
I heard a quote yesterday that I thought was very apt.......... Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway..........thats sorta how I feel right now. I'm scared, scared every day that some disease is going to attack my body because I abuse it so. Scared that I'll be destined to live the rest of my life alone because no one wants the fat chick. Damn thats a depressing thought.
So I'm back here, throwing my thoughts down in this diary. If you've read my first post, then thanks, feel free to comment and I look forward to the journey ahead of me knowing that here, at least, people understand.
T4A xxx