Why is it that the act of dieting causes so much emotion.
It seems like the easiest thing in the world to stop eating. Just don't eat. Then I have all these feelings of being deprived, it's not fair that Im not naturally skinny or happy being fat. The 1st time round was much easier somehow. I just got on with it.
Everybody around me is starting to get worried about me now too. One minute I'm on packs, then I'm not. One minute I'm down, then I'm happy. I'm always tired, i've taken on too much, one minute I'm coping and then I'm not. I tend not to try to show everyone my feelings because I know that given a couple of days, or a good nights sleep I'll be okay again.
I feel like ketosis is this holy Grail that if I can achieve that, it will make all my other problems go away. I won't be tired, I'll have all this energy to work, study, look after the house kids, hubby and house. Go to the gym sort out a wedding, kids party and holiday all at the same time. The thing is I now have the added pressure of knowing that because I am getting made redundant in the near future (our company is closing down, but is doing it gradually, so I don't know when yet) that we can't really afford to be spending money on LL when I have loads of exante packs sitting under the table in the kitchen!
I have re read some of my diaries. I just sound like an unstable mess!! I really do so much want to lose weight, so why can't I cut this emotional tie that that comes along with it.