I had a baby and developed thyroid disease, which went undiagnosed for a year. During that time I put on significant weight and suffered with horrendous pain, exhaustion and many other fun symptoms, including a complete loss of confidence.
Like many mums, I put my DCs first and didn’t make time to look after myself. My H worked away a lot so I didn’t get time to myself and when I did, I was so exhausted that exercise was the last thing on my mind. I developed another autoimmune condition which caused pain and exhaustion.
I tried all the diets, did ‘couch to 5k’ but only eventually lost weight due to stress when I got divorced. I made no effort at all and lost over 3 stone without trying. This convinced me that there is more of a hormonal than element to weight loss that I could have realised.
I met someone who also struggled with his weight, we spent a lot of our free time enjoying amazing meals, and hanging out watching TV. We joined a gym together but continued losing and gaining the same one or two stone for several years.
Menopause hit and I now find I have even more daily pain, even less energy, and of course, I still have an underactive thyroid and other health issues, which make just getting through the day hard work.
I work in an active job, but its physically hard work and I have no motivation to eat healthily, so I snack, desperate for a sugar hit to give me a boost until I get to sit down.
I suspect I have ADHD so the dopamine hit thing makes sense too. I’m constantly thinking of food, the phrase ‘food noise’ that seems to have become popular re weight loss injections also resonates with me. I can be simultaneously telling myself I should lose weight, I’m not actually hungry, just bored, this isn’t going to satisfy me etc while also putting bread in the toaster or opening a packet of crisps, its like I’m watching a car crash in slow motion and I can’t stop it.
I have cognitive dissonance around eating food and gaining weight. I cannot mentally convert this ‘one tasty thing I’m putting into my mouth’ into the size of my arse. The two things are not really connected in my mind, so I just don’t have the willpower to resist things I enjoy (or at least anticipate that I’ll enjoy).
I work in hospitality so I’m surrounded by food, follow fellow foodies on instagram etc so I’m being constantly bombarded with temptation.
These are some of the many excuses reasons I’m fat.