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Wanna lose 100lb
Really down in the dumps.
Feel at rock bottom.
In a rut.
Fat and bloated and lazy and hopeless.
Want to lose a shedload of weight, but zero motivation to keep me going day by day.
Am keeping to about 1800 to 2000 a day, but the craving to binge is with me the whole time. Like an immense longing for a massive amount of something really bad like pizza or ice cream or anything not allowed in large amounts. I am fighting it daily.
Promised myself again to go swimming today. Woke up and absolutely could not be bothered.
I am struggling even to walk now.
The fat on my gigantic thighs has started to fold over itself. Red sores are developing. I put oil on them.
So hard to walk with these massive legs.
Fed up of well meaning friends sending emails telling me to go for a run or a jog. What a joke. I struggle to hobble to the kitchen.
I don't know why I am doing this.
I have not been able to book the Easter holiday because I have not lost enough weight.
I want to do so many things. The latest dream is to cross the USA by train.
I have to catch a train to another town tomorrow and go to a hospital for tests. I dread walking to the station, and I dread the long walks through hospital corridors. And I dread presenting my hugely fat self to the medical staff. Ugh. And I have to do it all again on Monday, this time gynae. Oh hell.
Feel at rock bottom.
In a rut.
Fat and bloated and lazy and hopeless.
Want to lose a shedload of weight, but zero motivation to keep me going day by day.
Am keeping to about 1800 to 2000 a day, but the craving to binge is with me the whole time. Like an immense longing for a massive amount of something really bad like pizza or ice cream or anything not allowed in large amounts. I am fighting it daily.
Promised myself again to go swimming today. Woke up and absolutely could not be bothered.
I am struggling even to walk now.
The fat on my gigantic thighs has started to fold over itself. Red sores are developing. I put oil on them.
So hard to walk with these massive legs.
Fed up of well meaning friends sending emails telling me to go for a run or a jog. What a joke. I struggle to hobble to the kitchen.
I don't know why I am doing this.
I have not been able to book the Easter holiday because I have not lost enough weight.
I want to do so many things. The latest dream is to cross the USA by train.
I have to catch a train to another town tomorrow and go to a hospital for tests. I dread walking to the station, and I dread the long walks through hospital corridors. And I dread presenting my hugely fat self to the medical staff. Ugh. And I have to do it all again on Monday, this time gynae. Oh hell.