I've never had a good relationship with food. I've never enjoyed it. It is simply fuel I need to survive. Which had resulted in major yo-yoing for the last 20 years.
I've had 11 positive days of getting up and moving and feeling really good. I had one day off yesterday coupled with putting on nearly 5lb in two weeks due to some lazy eating and it's completely knocked the wind out my sails.
It's so disheartening that it takes so much energy and effort to build yourself up and something so tiny to take it all away again. I don't have any one who truly understands what I'm going through so I feel like I'm on my own.
I'm hoping I can snap out of it quickly. All I really want to do is crawl back into bed and hide for the day, but that isn't an option (thankfully).
Sorry for the ramble but I felt like I needed to share π
I've had 11 positive days of getting up and moving and feeling really good. I had one day off yesterday coupled with putting on nearly 5lb in two weeks due to some lazy eating and it's completely knocked the wind out my sails.
It's so disheartening that it takes so much energy and effort to build yourself up and something so tiny to take it all away again. I don't have any one who truly understands what I'm going through so I feel like I'm on my own.
I'm hoping I can snap out of it quickly. All I really want to do is crawl back into bed and hide for the day, but that isn't an option (thankfully).
Sorry for the ramble but I felt like I needed to share π
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