I hate numbers, most women do. You ask a woman her number and there is a chance the reaction wont be too good. lol. You could apply age and clothing size to this theory, but I am talking about weight.
There has always been this number in my head. I used to say that if I ever weighted that I number I would kill myself. The thought of weighing that much was the worst thing I could imagine. About 3 years ago while I was going through all the pre-op appts for my surgery I was weighted. I was 0.5 lbs above that number. I was devastated. I did want to die. Thankfully I was so happy at that time that I didn't want to die bad enough to really do anything. After that I stopped weighing myself out of fear. I don't know my highest weight, I don't want to know. I do know that I felt horribly disgusting, unattractive and insecure on a daily basis. Not long after I moved here I weighed myself. I know I'd lost a few lbs, but at that point I was 20lbs over that my unacceptable number and I was even more disgusted.
Going from working in an office where I went walking on all my breaks and at lunch to working at home and fighting the ex to walk with me once a week really affected my weight. He wouldn't help me (with weight loss) even though I begged him for support, told him I needed help and that he needed to lose weight too. I gave up on fighting him. He is the pickiest eater I've ever met. I though I was bad, no, I'm not at all!! I got tired of making two dinners a night for just two people so I let him dictate the food we ate. While I ate the healthiest I could with my options, his choices affected my weight even more. Thats how I came to hit that weight. I was my thinnest I'd ever been when we first met. =(
Now even though I was my thinnest when I met him I lost it the wrong way. I went 7 months working and going to school 24-7, living on a 100 calorie diet 5 out of 7 days a week. 500cals the other two days, and jogging on a treadmill daily. So to be trying to lose weight again, the right way is hard. It is so easy to slip into the not eating again. I haven't though. I've been good.
On Thursday(?) of last week I weighed myself, I was 0.4 lbs under that oh so feared number. Talk about a dancing in excited circle morning. lol It's the little things. Today, I am 6 lbs under and doin' good. I actually thought I would have gained some after a weekend of drinking beer and snacking.
I would give anything to get a job so I could get a gym membership, I would give anything for some proper workout equipment. I really do enjoy working out, I just don't have access to at least a treadmill being that my parents is not working. Boo. It's ok, it will work out. =)
I'm just happy to be seeing new numbers on that scale. Maybe someday, I won't hate someone for asking my numbers. I might just tell em. =)










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