Very condensed history: lifelong issues with food + self image due to childhood (mum with ED who still thinks that fat is one of the worst things a human can be, food restricted for us kids, emotional neglect).
Spent large parts of 20s and 30s obsessively dieting. When not dieting, would eat shit and try to ignore weight gain for months until it got to a certain point (eg a cruel comment from my mother) and it would all start again.
Had therapy to try and break the cycle. Spent the last few years larger than ever before (size 12 is my fighting weight, last month my 16s were only fitting if they had no zip or had an elasticated waist). Tried SO hard to convince myself I could be fat and happy. I have amazing kids, a great but stressful job, a wonderful partner - is it really the worst thing in the world if I also happen to be overweight?
Have been following body positive insta people with bodies like mine to try and see myself more positively.
Last month at work, an old neighbour of mine made a comment about the size of my arse to a queue full of people. I didn't hear but a colleague did and (rather too gleefully) came to tell me.
It was all a lie. I hate being fat. I feel unattractive and lethargic. I've been avoiding mirrors where possible. Dressing in boring frumpy clothes because I feel too big to wear anything like my fighting weight wardrobe of colourful vintage stuff. I have been getting a sore lower back when I've never in my life experienced any physical repercussions of my weight. I only wear horrible big granny knickers now. My sex drive is awol.
So I've now cut out carbs and alcohol. Am eating 1000 cals a day. Only eating in a small time window. I feel loads better already but I'm aware I'm doing it in an unhealthy way.
Not sure why I'm posting apart from to say that I've now concluded that a lot what happens to us in childhood and adolescence is pretty much impossible to change or recover from.
Thanks for reading.