OK, my life is good. It hasn?t always been this way. Don?t want to dwell on this, but it will maybe help with context. My childhood and early adulthood was pretty horrific, I then lost my fiancé and daughter in quite tragic circumstances. I only mention this to illustrate that I do know what real problems are!
So now I have a wonderful husband and kids, a job, somewhere to live and enough money. Not a lot, but enough. We have some family problems but live abroad, so are distanced from them. The problem is, that I am so miserable and grumpy and can?t get anything together. I know what I need to be doing, but I just don?t do it.
For instance, I am overweight, I know this. I have been told to lose weight by my doctor and the fitness trainer at the gym. I have a beautiful gym 2 mins from my work and can go anytime I like. I have been 4 times in a month. I just sit at my desk and comfort eat. Then I go home and comfort eat some more. I don?t know what?s wrong with me. I sit at work making all these lists of things I should be eating, then go home and order a takeaway because we had cockroaches in the kitchen and I don?t want to go in there to cook. However, I know this is an excuse as I eat rubbish at work, as well. I am so lazy. And I feel sorry for myself all the time. I feel so inadequate. When I see young, sporty people, I think I would like to be like that. Well, I can. I have the resources available to me, so why don?t I just do it? I feel I am getting old. I am beginning to look quite old, but part of that is because I am overweight and have this bloody miserable look on my face all the time!
I am pissed off with my boss, I hate my apartment, I worry that my DH is looking at pictures of other women on the internet (I caught him out a few years ago on this). I am sure he doesn?t, but when I imagine him doing this, I feel so betrayed. And then blame myself for being so fat and unattractive. He always tells me I?m gorgeous and he loves curvy women and he doesn?t want me to change, but none of the women in these pictures looked like me. They were all young and slim.
Aside from my DH, I want to look good for me. I have all these lovely work clothes that I bought when I started my new job in September, and gradually I have ruined them all. Two of them have split at the back as I?ve put on weight, one of them has split around the arms and the last one lost two of its buttons yesterday when I sat down in a taxi. They weren?t cheap, either. I now have no clothes.
I just don?t know what?s wrong with me. I am so grateful for all the good things in my life. So why do I feel so bloody hard done by all the time? I just don?t know what to do.
Can somebody help me, please?