And for four days, I haven not brushed my hair, put on make-up, put my contacts in, or felt comfortable in my skin.
And for four days, I've hid my body in baggy clothes.
And for four days, I've felt like my husband was mad at me or disappointed in me (although there is nothing to suggest this).
And for four days, I've had trouble sleeping, had trouble waking up, and had trouble being happy.
It's been a LONG time since I have felt this much anxiety. I don't even know why I have this much anxiety. All I know is I feel like this is some sort of evil trick. I've been very successful over the past three years with my weight loss journey and now out of the blue, I'm finding my insecurities are all still there.
I thought I was strong, but I am not. I thought I could do this, but right now, I cannot. I thought I had an alternative to food, but I am learning, that I do not!
I'm not even sure where to go from here right now. What I do know, I still have no coping mechanism.... What I did have, apparently, was a lot less stress in my life. Now that the stress and anxiety is back, I am realizing that food is still my coping mechanism.
For four days, I've ate and ate and ate. And I've exceeded my calorie goal every day.
For four days, my life has stopped. My home life is suffering, my work is suffering, and I'm suffering.
I guess the good news is, I have learned a lot about myself in the last four days. And right now I'm scared. I don't know how to move forward and mostly, I'm mad as hell (I guess I need to put that song on repeat)! I'm mad that I can't cope in a different way. I'm mad that I need to cope! I'm mad that I feel guilty and I've done nothing wrong! I'm just MAD!
This isn't a very positive or helpful blog post, but it's raw, it's honest, it's how I feel, and it's sad that this happens to women/men every single day!
No comments:
Post a Comment