Hi Everyone,
I’m a 39 yo mother of 2 year old. I’ve always struggled with my weight. I’m 5’ 9
I was an overweight, but not obese child, but I remember always feeling bigger than everyone and my legs swelling sometimes. Looking back now, it was the beginning of lipeodema, which had only gotten worse.
For my whole life, I’ve had this tiny waist torso, and a massive fat arse, legs and arms, which has been the subject of many many jokes made at my expense, but family, friends and strangers.
Life at home was traumatic to say the least, but I had to work to support the family from a young age while going to school. This left me with unhealthy habits. I became an obese teenager - 17 stone. Stayed obese in uni - 20 stone.
In my mid-20s I moved away and reinvented. I lost the weight - 8 stone with a low carb diet. I was still a size 14, but if I’m honest - it felt obsessive and eating disorder-y. I would not go out and have dinner or a drink because I know I’d be tempted. My weight yo-yo’ed because I could never find a balance.
The low carb would curb my appetite. As soon as I broke it, I’d get RAVENOUS and put on a 1.5 stone in a month. Then I’d go back to the same cycle of losing and gaining.
I stayed around 13 stone for about 10 years. I know for some people 13 stone sounds obese, but it actually looked fine on me despite it being in the overweight BMI.
In the last six years then various things hit me at once, including pandemic times and an hypothyroid diagnosis, and I had a health baby. but I’m 20 stone again. And I just can’t find the will in the world to lose it. I’m exhausted constantly.
I’ll add that I can be quite active, and am quite capable, but am generally sedentary.
I hate myself. So much. I can’t even look in the mirror. I make excuses not to go out or go into the office or family meetings. I hate myself so deeply.
Im terrified of the poor example I’ll set for my toddler. I don’t want to let them down. Or for them to feel ashamed of their massive mum.
I tried ozempic - got up to final dose - still had a ravenous appetite. Tried Wegovy, tried Monjaro - they literally don’t work for me.
Tried all the pills and diets before that. CBT, hypnosis, you name it, I’ve done it. Still in therapy now. I’ve tried it all accept for bariatric surgery, which I can’t consider as I’m a parent to a small child. I just can’t find the ease and balance that comes so easy to others - I feel so envious of people genetics and sad.
A life of eating chicken fillets, eggs and protein shakes just makes me want to scream into the void.
How do I get my mind there again?