Oh, fuck it!
I was about to write a long post once again about the futility of dieting for weight loss, yet I still wanted to try, try again because I looked in the mirror and saw not me but a tub of lard.
It's SO FUCKING DEPRESSING when I try, try, try and get so damn frustrated because I go 2 steps forward, 3 steps back. (And don't give me that Yoda bullshit "There is no "try," just do. I DO "do.")
This post I read this morning made me feel a bit better, but that was before I looked in the mirror.
I wish I could find - and afford - a therapist who is aware of Overcoming Overeating . In the meantime I keep hating the way I look, keep restricting my eating and hope that some day the weight will magically - and healithy - leave my body and make me acceptable to society.
I Miss Richard Simmons
The voice, the hair, the outfits, that laugh - I miss every single thing about that glitzy, ditsy, outrageous person. Oh, yes, his workouts...
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Weight is UP right now, even though the doc has increased my thyroid med, I increased exercise and decreased calories since I last wrote.
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Actually, I found out it's called the "club of condemnation" in Thin Within parlance. We're told not to beat ourselves up...
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I have oatmeal for breakfast a minimum of 5 out of every 7 days of the week. Once in a while I'll make scrambled tofu, and every Sunday ...
