CornflakeGirl
09-29-2007, 11:41 AM
I'm having a pretty difficult day. I was supposed to be going to stay with my dad this weekend because my mother and sister have gone on holiday, but when it came round to it I just couldn't face it. I'm currently in the sort of mind-set whereby all I want is to just hide away from everything until this passes.
I'll tell you how it started. I began this week eating properly. I don't want to damage my body, I don't want to be feeling worthless because of weight for the rest of my life. And I certainly DO NOT ever want to find myself leaning over a toilet seat throwing up what was left of a cheese sandwich that I decided afterwards was "too much". So there I was, eating normally and feeling pretty good, too. I felt as though I was actually losing weight because I wasn't experiencing any 'disruption', if you get my meaning. I was merely eating when physically hungry and not restricting anything. I even cut out caffeine! My main vice has to be that, even though sometimes I'm practically paralized with migraines lol. Anyway, I don't know if this is common, but what I sometimes find is that my digestive system kind of goes into slight confusion when I start eating properly again and I get indigestion, bloating etc etc you get the picture. But yesterday was most definately a "fat day". Today, too. I thought I'd weigh myself to check and once again I was absolutely disgusted with the readings. I know it's not something I should do, but I have to - I like weighing myself to keep an eye on how things are. I spent a while sobbing and moaning that "it's not fair!" and then picked myself up. I mean, I still feel like shit but I'm not in tears about it. I just hate feeling depressed because of this. My dad's girlfriend is bigger in size than me yet she looks amazing. I wouldn't call her fat, but I'd call myself it.
I'm never usually influenced by magazines, but reading the Britney article which called her "flabby" when she was at a pretty normal weight, and seeing skinny people like Mischa Barton being reported as "flaunting her curves on the beach" just makes me sink even further.
I actually feel kind of like I wouldn't mind if I were to die. I don't want to, I hate the thought of passing but I've reached that point where my future hangs in limbo because of my inability to see anything in it and my mental and physical self is disgusting me that I just think "well, what's the point?". My dad and his girlfriend came down this afternoon I think to try to cheer me up, but I'm just at a stage of hopelessness that it's only me who can get me out of it and I'm not sure if I can or ever will.
I'll tell you how it started. I began this week eating properly. I don't want to damage my body, I don't want to be feeling worthless because of weight for the rest of my life. And I certainly DO NOT ever want to find myself leaning over a toilet seat throwing up what was left of a cheese sandwich that I decided afterwards was "too much". So there I was, eating normally and feeling pretty good, too. I felt as though I was actually losing weight because I wasn't experiencing any 'disruption', if you get my meaning. I was merely eating when physically hungry and not restricting anything. I even cut out caffeine! My main vice has to be that, even though sometimes I'm practically paralized with migraines lol. Anyway, I don't know if this is common, but what I sometimes find is that my digestive system kind of goes into slight confusion when I start eating properly again and I get indigestion, bloating etc etc you get the picture. But yesterday was most definately a "fat day". Today, too. I thought I'd weigh myself to check and once again I was absolutely disgusted with the readings. I know it's not something I should do, but I have to - I like weighing myself to keep an eye on how things are. I spent a while sobbing and moaning that "it's not fair!" and then picked myself up. I mean, I still feel like shit but I'm not in tears about it. I just hate feeling depressed because of this. My dad's girlfriend is bigger in size than me yet she looks amazing. I wouldn't call her fat, but I'd call myself it.
I'm never usually influenced by magazines, but reading the Britney article which called her "flabby" when she was at a pretty normal weight, and seeing skinny people like Mischa Barton being reported as "flaunting her curves on the beach" just makes me sink even further.
I actually feel kind of like I wouldn't mind if I were to die. I don't want to, I hate the thought of passing but I've reached that point where my future hangs in limbo because of my inability to see anything in it and my mental and physical self is disgusting me that I just think "well, what's the point?". My dad and his girlfriend came down this afternoon I think to try to cheer me up, but I'm just at a stage of hopelessness that it's only me who can get me out of it and I'm not sure if I can or ever will.