I haven't used the term "anxiety" in my title because I haven't been diagnosed with anxiety and how I feel is very specific to fitness/exercise/food/weight so I don't think it reaches a threshold for what people who do have anxiety have to deal with.
Essentially, my family have always had an issue with my weight. I'm the youngest of four - two girls, two boys. Eldest brother and sister have a different dad but we don't view each other as half-siblings it's just potentially relevant from a biological standpoint - my full brother and I are stockier than my eldest brother and sister. My eldest brother and sister are very slim and slender and athletic - my brother is a physio and personal trainer and my sister was a yoga instructor but is now a SAHM. My mum is overweight but not obese - for my whole life, she's always been wanting to "lose two stone".
Growing up, I was never overweight - but I always felt very overweight. My sister is ten years older than I am and she would always try to make me go running or do work-out videos. I was never allowed seconds of anything but my brother was, I was frequently given salad when everyone else was having carbs. A few years ago, I had to get my full medical record printed out for getting medical insurance when I lived abroad and, every time my weight was taken by a doctor (about a dozen or so times across my childhood), I was never overweight.
When I was 17, I got very very sick and lost a lot of weight. At my lowest, I was at 36kg and hospitalised, I was really unwell. With medication and after an operation to resolve the illness, I went up to 52kg. At that point, my DM sat me down and said she was worried about my weight and that she'd bought me a gym membership and that her and my brother (a personal trainer) had put together a workout/diet plan for me. I absolutely loathed going to the gym - it hurt and I felt like I couldn't breathe (which wasn't helped because I have asthma and wasn't diagnosed until after I left home). I got down to about 47kg before I left for university.
In the five years after leaving home, I gained about 10kg. There were constant comments about my weight. I received diet cookbooks for Christmas, I got bought clothes either in a size 6 to try and fit into or in a size 16 that were way too big. I'm about a size 10. I would go to the gym at night when no one else was there so no one would see me. I was actually pretty fit - I ran the London Marathon and I climbed Kilimanjaro.
After I left university, I stopped going to the gym and went up to about 63kg. Then I got pregnant and had awful HG, doctors were doing everything they could to get as many calories into me as possible. By the time I was induced with DS, I was 65kg and my family had made so many comments about how great it was that I was going to be thinner. Unfortunately, DS popped out and I lost barely anything so was about 58kg a few weeks after giving birth which crept back up to just over 60kg within a few months.
At that point, we went to stay with my parents for Christmas, along with my siblings. My DH went into the kitchen one morning when I was in bed feeding DS and my brother and sister were there. They (in his words) "ambushed" him and were asking him what we were doing about my weight. He shut the conversation down but it plays in my mind a lot that three months after giving birth, my siblings were still judging my weight and so assured in their judgement that they felt comfortable trying to bring my DH onto their side.
Since then, I've had another HG pregnancy, with the same result of no lasting weight loss. I got very unwell with a virus that meant I was bed-bound and completely unable to walk or anything, I spent two weeks in hospital. I lost weight then but it was largely muscle mass and so have more than regained. My fitness is awful - I cannot run at all. My VO2 Max is below 30, my heart rate variability is 30. My heart rate can hit 160 just walking - and I'm now 64kg. I'm really scared about my fitness. My brother is getting married and my sister is a bridesmaid but I'm not. STBSIL (who is lovely) messaged me to say that she hopes she's done the right thing not asking me to be a bridesmaid because my brother has told her that I'd feel "conspicuous" being compared to my sister because of my weight. Every time I speak to my brother or my sister, they ask if I've exercised that day - I always lie and tell them I have, I never actually have.
Anyway, all of this has actually made the problem worse. I feel judged absolutely everywhere that I go and feel like everyone is constantly thinking/talking about my weight. I've watched just about every weight loss TV show possible (Extreme Weight loss, Biggest Loser, Secret Eaters, etc) and there are people on there who are 2-3x my weight but I feel as though I look just like them. I am absolutely terrified of going to the gym. Terrified. DH knows I want to improve my fitness because it's scarily bad so he bought me a gym membership and personal training sessions. But I'm terrified to go. I couldn't find a gym towel so I didn't go - DH said I could buy one at reception but I just couldn't. I feel as though that means they'd know I haven't been before and I haven't just come from another gym or I'd have a towel - so they'll know I'm new and don't know what I'm doing and I'll be one of those January-gymmers who fill up the machines and then stop bothering to come. Yesterday, I went to the gym - but not really, I went and I looked around to see where the changing rooms were and what the showers were like etc because I didn't want to get lost or look like I didn't know where I was going. I feel like I'm being expected to get on stage and play an instrument that I've never played before. I've spent days crying over this and I feel ridiculous, I know I should just go, but I can't face it.
I'd love to just exercise outside somewhere that no one can see me (like a cave) but it's either cold air or hay fever allergens which mean that, with my asthma, I simply cannot breathe if I exercise outside at any time of year. During Covid, DH moved gym equipment into the house and I actually lost a decent amount of weight but we've moved since and had DD so we don't have space to do that now - and, even if we could do that, I want to overcome my fear of going to the gym, not just exercise somewhere else.
I know that fear of the gym is very normal. Has anyone overcome it? If so, how?