I have realised to my shame
i have now been obese, as in, properly fat rather than just chubby, for two and a half years.
My mother died when I was in my final year at secondary school, about two weeks before I sat my first GCSE exam. I was a normal size then. I put on around a stone during my A level years but it was after passing my driving test and going away to university I started to get fat.
I then realised, bizarrely around the same time as my finals, that I did not want to be fat any more, went on a very low calorie diet, and lost 4 stone. I kept it off, more or less, until I lost my dad in 2014.
Now I’m 14 and a half stone and five foot three.
I jest but it is horrible. I am (apparently) attractive when slimmer (one of the things that prompted me to lose weight first time round was when I overheard a fellow student say ‘she’d be a fucking knockout if she lost weight’) I think ‘knockout’ is a bit strong actually but I have nice hair, teeth, even features.
My confidence is low and I assume men won’t be interested in a fat woman so I don’t date. I would love a partner and —sex— companionship, but I don’t have the confidence.
Yet I still apparently can’t stick to a diet.
Am I just weak? Or ... what?