OK here comes an essay of despair really, anyone who can be arsed to read and reply I'd be most grateful.
I left my 'good' swimming costume at work over the weekend, so had to take DD swimming on Sunday in an old one (that doesn't cover up as much). The sight of myself in the mirror really shook me, my back especially (rolls and folds under my shoulder blades 😔).
I have been very overweight for ages now, started with some serious comfort eating when my mother died in 2018 and I just never got it back under control.
I'm around 14 stone, can't believe I'm here, I remember when I was young being quietly amazed that anyone could go over 11stone without have a huge reality check and 'sorting it out'.
I'm 38 with two young kids. My back hurts. One of my knees over the last week is fucking killing me. I can't run. It hurts getting down on the carpet to play. I keep raising my voice at my eldest as she jumps on me unexpectedly and it HURTS.
And I look awful naked, which most of the time I really struggle to care about but every now and then it just hits me how much my naked body has changed for the worse vs my partner's, who is the same age as me and looks almost exactly like he did when we got together 15+ years ago. I look like an old woman. I know he'd like us to have more/more exciting sex, but I'm so turned off by my own body I find it very difficult to get into it for myself. God love him he doesn't seem repulsed or judgmental of my body, but I know it frustrates him that I want to lose weight but can't seem to find the will. He's a very straightforward, goal orientated person and just doesn't understand why it isn't as simple as "make the plan - execute the plan - achieve the target."
Basically I have EVERY motivation to do something about this. I'm not stupid, I know about nutrition, I love good food and can cook and do for my family. But I binge eat junk all day at work. I just can't seem to stop myself. I find myself in the shop buying more while my mind is screaming at me not to. Every time it's "just one more time". It's an addiction, and I am too weak to control it.
I was supposed to be going out with colleagues for lunch today so had to take my purse with me (I try not to bring it out with me, as I live very close to work so can grab it quickly if genuinely needed, but if I have it I WILL spend money on junk). So now I have no lunch plans, no packed lunch and a bank card - recipe for total disaster.
I am so TIRED of food being always on my mind. Leave the house in the morning ("do I have time to pop to the shop before work and buy some [whatever crap snack is currently obsessing me]?"). Dismiss that urge. Get to work and think about food really regularly, constantly fighting the urge to just pop out and buy [whatever]." Lunchtime is almost here and I need to go and buy something, but have zero faith that I won't just buy a bunch of shite on the side of a 'normal' sandwich, salad or soup. It's like I don't have a say, even though my rational mind knows I'm the ONLY one who does.
The only successes I've ever had with diets have been extreme ones - Dukan and 5:2 - where you can't eat like a normal person at all, and where if you stray the diet is "ruined" so you have to be incredibly rigid. This is totally incompatible with family life. I don't want my girls to see me skipping meals, having the physical side effects of an extreme diet like Dukan, saying no to certain food groups etc. I want them to see what they do see, which is mum eating normal-sized portions of normal family meals with no drama.
However I'm aware that they don't see, but obviously do see the effects of, is mum eating 5 packs of donuts in 10 minutes while sat in her office, or mum hiding 200g bars of chocolate in her laptop case because she doesn't want to have to share them or own up to having eaten them. This weird disconnect between how they see me eating and how they see my body shape changing, not to mention the fact I am concealing and frequently distracted by when I can next binge eat... I am aware that quite apart from the physical limitations my weight puts on my mothering, I am sending some very strange messages that will be doing them subconscious harm.
WHY can I not find the self control to just eat like a normal person? What am I getting from these binges that I can't seem to get anywhere else in my life? How, please please tell me how, do I just STOP?