Hi,
I am a mum of two lovely small children. Married to a kind man. Got a good part time job. A lovely home (nothing spectacular but you take what you can get when you live somewhere v expensive).
I am unhappy. I can feel the misery on my face. I have no right to feel like this. Part of my issues were hormonal but I do believe I dealt with those (back on pill and counselling) and no longer feel like I can't get out of bed.
However these are my issues;
I don't exercise and can't seem to start. I do have terrible posture and associated aches and pains. Very little muscle tone. I imagine as I am not overweight it wouldnt take too long for me to get into shape. I just can't manage it somehow!
I waste far too much time online. Mumsnet and facebook really. Don't even have twitter or instagram. I struggle hugely breaking this habit. I think I may have an addiction. I think it is because I feel lonely!
I have always worried about my weight since having mild anorexia as a teen. The body worry has never left me. I always feel like I take up too much space. I am the mid to lower end of a healthy BMI however. Its miserable and exhausting always planning the next fast day/intuitive eating whatever...
I feel ugly facially/physically and have always disliked pictures of myself.
I get overwhelming anxiety over workload which, afterwards, I realise was unnecessary.
I don't have sex with my husband. I always refuse. I'm not even sure why anymore. I very, very rarely feel stirrings of desire and even the once a month i do I have become adept at ignoring it. I was made to feel like sex was all a bit rude when i was a teen and when I became sexually active at 16 (long term bf) my mother was very difficult with me. I tried to be open with her but she called me some nasty names and wouldn't cuddle me for a long time.
The irony is I realise that regular bursts of exercise and activity would give me a boost mentally and improve my self worth, my perception of my body image and would give me the mental strength to cope with any workload anxiety. This would all hopefully feed in to refuelling my sex drive.
I do wonder if my mum put too much emphasis on looking like a pretty little girl/pretty teenager (she even sent my pictures to modelling agencies during my v skinny phase but I wasn't what they were looking for). She's a fabulous mum in very many ways but she puts nearly all worth on looks, even now; as an aside I think she is addicted to shopping. She and Dad never exercised through my childhood either so i wonder if that is part of my issue. She has always viewed my attempts at fitness with a sort of bemused humour and patronising attitude and not been at all surprised when I haven't kept it up.
I actually feel if I can get off my wobbly butt and exercise better, all of these other worries will lessen and things will slot into place.
Sorry for this brain dump. Has anyone else ever felt the same way? Please give me some advice or encouragement x