I'm in need of some honest advice.
DH and I have been TTC for 10 years now. I'm 34. It's my weight that's stopping us. I'm basically 28 stone at 5ft10 and I would need to lose 10 stone to just squeeze under the threshold for BMI cut off at a private clinic for IVF.
I've been trying to lose the weight for 10 years too. I've done every diet imaginable, Slimming World, Weight Watchers, fad diets, intuitive eating, calorie counting. I think I'm relatively fit for someone of my size (or I was, pre Covid) but I can only manage to ever lose four stone at the most before it creeps back on.
I feel like I've ruined my life because of it. All I've ever wanted to be is a mum. I always wanted a big family and I doubt I will have any children now. I may or may not have PCOS, testing has been inconclusive, but I don't really have periods and they've never been regular, even when I was young and not overweight. I've tried clomid but it didn't make me ovulate.
I'm a comfort eater. I also struggle with my life in general. DH and I have a successful business together but it's just work, not something I'm passionate about. I don't have really have any friends and I'm close to my Mum but she's the only family I really see and we used to meet up once every couple of weeks. DH works long, long hours out of the house while I work from home and I'm incredibly lonely. I turn to food for everything; comfort, satisfaction, to make me feel less lonely. I've tried having hobbies to fill that hole (everything from crochet to weight lifting) and it works for a while but then I get anxious about it or work gets in the way and I fall out of good habits and back into my old, bad ones. I go in a cycle, just over and over and over again. I'm so tired of it.
I've had bits of counselling, though mainly for grief and anxiety/depression. I would love to find a really good counsellor to see regularly as I think my issue is psychological but we are from a bit of a poorer area and don't have a lot of private services like that.
I don't know what to do now. I'm miserable. I don't know where to go. I'm scared to have an operation like a gastric band after a friend had a bad experience with it. But I can't go on living this miserable, regretful, lonely life for the next however many years.
AIBU to think I've fucked my life up beyond repair?