Ok, I have had a bad week all. Last week all I did was 5 miles and 40 minutes of Jillian. This week is better. Today I did 3 miles on the treadmill----yay me! and the only reason I did not go longer was because I got up late. So I am getting there.
I just need to put this in writing so if you do not want to read on from here you do not have to. I go and see my doctor on friday. Why? Well I have a long family history of depression,anxiety and bi polar. I have not offically been diagnosed but most likely it will happen friday. Now I do not think I am bi polar. I do however believe that I suffer from panic attacks,depression and an eating disorder. Wow that was hard to write. It is the first time I have admitted it.
I grew up with a man who always told me how fat I was. He would constantly tell me that I needed to excercise. I will spare other details but I will say that I am glad my mom is no longer married to him. So even at 5'6 and 104 lbs I thought I was fat. That never went away.
My senior year of high school I started to gain some serious weight. 40 lbs to be exact. Then in college I got into walking and dropped some weight. Then after my sophomore year I gained 50 more lbs. I was up to 210 lbs at my heaviest.
Well I came to a point in my life that I knew that something needed to be done. With the help of diet pills and a new running/walking program I started down the road to weight loss. A year and a half later I was down 80 lbs. I was so proud. But I recall now that I was not healthy. I used laxatives, diet pills and starvation techniques.
Then over the next 10 years my weight has gone up and down within 30 lbs. I still look in the mirror and see that heavy person. As of 6 months ago I started using diet pills again and lack of eating. I have seen no improvement. I have trained for 2 half marathons in that time and I have not dropped any weight. I have been frustrated to say the least.
I have become obsessed with it. To the point that I am on the scales at least 4-6 times a day. I am afraid to eat. I am afraid to go off the pills for fear I will gain. I am afraid of starting anti depressants because I may gain weight. Then I learn yesterday that my mom who is 5 foot tall and weighs maybe 120-125 had liposuction. Now we wonder why I have issues.
I know I need help. I am just scared. I feel like people only say nice things about me cause they are afraid to tell me the truth or I say your family you have to say that.
If you have read this far, thank you. I know I need help and have taken the first steps. I have admitted to the blogging world that I have a problem. Now I have to fix it. I am going to try I am just really freaked out.
I hope everyone has a great day. Get your bootie bustin'. Hugs to all.
Here was the sunset about a month ago outside my backdoor.