Bethyi
Member
I'm not sure how many of you will read this as it's mostly going to be very long. What can I say, writing helps me take my mind off things all the while I am working things out and I think I'll be needing a lot of this kinda therapeutic action in my life over the next few months. I hope some of you stay long enough to read it all Here we go!!
Tomorrow marks the day I begin my drastic change. I've spent too long wishing I was thinner and trying diets which weren't working. The one time I did lose weight I was starving myself and still hardly losing anything. I've thrown up after too many meals and not felt an ounce of shame. I'm becoming someone that I sneer at and wouldn't think twice about judging. Tomorrow is when I change.
Tomorrow morning I begin my real transformation, both in body and in mind. Lipotrim wont only help me shed the stones that have clung to me for so many years, it'll also change the way I see food. A few months of Lipotrim shakes will leave me craving real food. Good food will mean something to me. I wont shovel it in like I'm trying to win a prize. I'll be able to taste the food again and I will be more aware of what's going into my body.
I have Sie to help me, and I have Mum and James too. James who loves me, and said he will support me. James who has vowed to stay in on a Friday night with me when I can no longer drink alcohol.
Alcohol. I'd never seen myself as an alcoholic, not even nearly. I didn't even see myself as dependent on booze. It was something I had for a bit of fun at the end of the week, of course at university alcohol never keeps itself to the weekend, it sneaks into the weekday like a dog that's uncomfortable on the floor in the middle of the night, lifting itself onto the bed without waking you. Now I consider that I wont be drinking for a few months I'm beginning to wonder if I was wrong about my dependency on vodka and shots. I'm dreading the first FND (Friday Night Disco) or student night after beginning. I know I can be strong and if I can give up solid food then I'll easily cut out alcohol. Isn't being T-Total supposed to be empowering? I hope that isn't bullshit made up by those that are T-Total.
I start my diet at a hefty 17st. To be half happy with myself I need to lose at least 7st. 7st. 7st. Seven motherf*cking stone. This is the part where I'm supposed to say "How did I let myself get this way?" But if I'm honest being fat is all I know. I've always been fat, as a kid I was fat. I've never not been fat. Perhaps there was a time when I 'wasn't so fat' but being 'not so fat' is no different to being 'OMG FAT'. Fat is fat. I am fat. It doesn't matter if I start at 17st or if I start at 27st. Either way I am fat. Either way losing weight is going to be hard and emotional.
That's something I worry about most. Emotions. I am emotional at times, but no one else knows this. People know I get angry easily and some class that as being emotional but the emotion I am most worried about is the sadness. I don't cry in front of many people. Don't get me wrong, I cry a lot. I cry at films and at books and whenever anyone says something mean to me I cry, but I cry in the comfort of my mother's arms or in the solitude of my own room, not in the middle on Sainsbury's because I can't have a piece of chocolate or a packet of crisps. Sie thinks I'll 'boss it', in other words I'll do it without looking back, I'll plough through this diet like it's nothing, and even though I appreciate his attempt to make me feel better I know that I wont take it in my stride as easily as he thinks. I give myself until the third day before I start crying.
I'm sick of being that fat person with the good sense of humor that everyone knows. The one no one ever sees as 'sexy' but rather 'funny'. I think myself blessed to have had some of the boyfriends I've had, but it makes me wonder, were they weird 'chubby chasers' or did they just not see the rolls of fat hanging in front of me. Were they enticed by my promises of losing weight like James was?
He doesn't say it in so many words but I know he wants me to lose weight. He has been waiting for me to. He asks if I've been to the gym, not because he is interested in what I've been up to but because he wants me to lose weight. Is it that my face is worth waiting for? Will losing weight make me as good or better than Gemma, or Shing, or any of the good looking people I know. I was once told that if I lost weight I could be a model, was that just a lie or is it true?
I've not had a problem with my face for a long time. I'm not sure if it's because I have a bigger problem with my body or if it's because my face generally isn't too bad. All I know is that I need to lose the fat before I can worry about my face or anything else.
I have lots of reasons for wanting to lose weight. Not looking the worst in a group photo, or at least not having to hide behind other people. Being able to buy cheap clothes in any shop I damn well want to. Not that I'd let him, but I'd like to know James could bench me if he wanted. Even weighing less than a 6'2 slab of muscle would be an amazing outcome. Running up the stairs without feeling as though I'm going to die. Fitting into those light blue jeans. Wearing that sexy black lacy dress out and about. Showing my legs off. Rings that fit my fingers. Not feeling the need to throw up after meals. I might even be able to come off my anti depressants if I was happy with my appearance. I want James friends to be envious of him. I don't want to be embarrassed whenever he introduces me to people, as though they are thinking "What's he doing with a big ol' fatty?". I want skinny pictures so when I'm old I'll be able to look back and know I got something out of my younger self. I want to wear a bikini. I want to wear calf boots that fit. I want to wear skinny jeans and tight skirts. I want to look a camera head on, rather than at a downward angle to hide my second chin. I want to stop obsessing over my stretch marks. I want to spend less on food shopping. I want to feel comfortable getting unchanged in front of James. And I want to cuddle him without worrying that he is groping my back fat and thinking about how gross it is. I want to break my food addictions. I want to have a healthy eating plan that I wont want to stray from every day. I want to feel sexy enough to try new sexual positions. I want James to find me irresistible. I want him to want me the way I want him. I want to show all my exes that they were stupid to ever treat me the way they did, I want to show them what they could have had if they supported me. I want to show all the people I went to school with that I'm not a fat b*tch and that there is more for me out there. I want people to be shocked when they see me and I want to shrug it off like it's no big deal, even though I know it's the hardest thing I'll ever do.
Start weight: 17st
Start Clothing Size: 20
Goal Weight: 10st
Goal Clothing Size: 12
Achievements:
One day TFR:
One week TFR:
One month TFR:
15st:
12st:
10st:
Size 16:
Size 14:
Size 12:
Weigh less than James:
Weigh less than Sie:
Have a healthy BMI:
Waist 35 inches:
Waist 32 inches:
Waist 30 inches:
Hips 40 inches:
Hips 37 Inches:
Bust 40 inches:
Bust 37 inches:
29.02.12
Tomorrow marks the day I begin my drastic change. I've spent too long wishing I was thinner and trying diets which weren't working. The one time I did lose weight I was starving myself and still hardly losing anything. I've thrown up after too many meals and not felt an ounce of shame. I'm becoming someone that I sneer at and wouldn't think twice about judging. Tomorrow is when I change.
Tomorrow morning I begin my real transformation, both in body and in mind. Lipotrim wont only help me shed the stones that have clung to me for so many years, it'll also change the way I see food. A few months of Lipotrim shakes will leave me craving real food. Good food will mean something to me. I wont shovel it in like I'm trying to win a prize. I'll be able to taste the food again and I will be more aware of what's going into my body.
I have Sie to help me, and I have Mum and James too. James who loves me, and said he will support me. James who has vowed to stay in on a Friday night with me when I can no longer drink alcohol.
Alcohol. I'd never seen myself as an alcoholic, not even nearly. I didn't even see myself as dependent on booze. It was something I had for a bit of fun at the end of the week, of course at university alcohol never keeps itself to the weekend, it sneaks into the weekday like a dog that's uncomfortable on the floor in the middle of the night, lifting itself onto the bed without waking you. Now I consider that I wont be drinking for a few months I'm beginning to wonder if I was wrong about my dependency on vodka and shots. I'm dreading the first FND (Friday Night Disco) or student night after beginning. I know I can be strong and if I can give up solid food then I'll easily cut out alcohol. Isn't being T-Total supposed to be empowering? I hope that isn't bullshit made up by those that are T-Total.
I start my diet at a hefty 17st. To be half happy with myself I need to lose at least 7st. 7st. 7st. Seven motherf*cking stone. This is the part where I'm supposed to say "How did I let myself get this way?" But if I'm honest being fat is all I know. I've always been fat, as a kid I was fat. I've never not been fat. Perhaps there was a time when I 'wasn't so fat' but being 'not so fat' is no different to being 'OMG FAT'. Fat is fat. I am fat. It doesn't matter if I start at 17st or if I start at 27st. Either way I am fat. Either way losing weight is going to be hard and emotional.
That's something I worry about most. Emotions. I am emotional at times, but no one else knows this. People know I get angry easily and some class that as being emotional but the emotion I am most worried about is the sadness. I don't cry in front of many people. Don't get me wrong, I cry a lot. I cry at films and at books and whenever anyone says something mean to me I cry, but I cry in the comfort of my mother's arms or in the solitude of my own room, not in the middle on Sainsbury's because I can't have a piece of chocolate or a packet of crisps. Sie thinks I'll 'boss it', in other words I'll do it without looking back, I'll plough through this diet like it's nothing, and even though I appreciate his attempt to make me feel better I know that I wont take it in my stride as easily as he thinks. I give myself until the third day before I start crying.
I'm sick of being that fat person with the good sense of humor that everyone knows. The one no one ever sees as 'sexy' but rather 'funny'. I think myself blessed to have had some of the boyfriends I've had, but it makes me wonder, were they weird 'chubby chasers' or did they just not see the rolls of fat hanging in front of me. Were they enticed by my promises of losing weight like James was?
He doesn't say it in so many words but I know he wants me to lose weight. He has been waiting for me to. He asks if I've been to the gym, not because he is interested in what I've been up to but because he wants me to lose weight. Is it that my face is worth waiting for? Will losing weight make me as good or better than Gemma, or Shing, or any of the good looking people I know. I was once told that if I lost weight I could be a model, was that just a lie or is it true?
I've not had a problem with my face for a long time. I'm not sure if it's because I have a bigger problem with my body or if it's because my face generally isn't too bad. All I know is that I need to lose the fat before I can worry about my face or anything else.
I have lots of reasons for wanting to lose weight. Not looking the worst in a group photo, or at least not having to hide behind other people. Being able to buy cheap clothes in any shop I damn well want to. Not that I'd let him, but I'd like to know James could bench me if he wanted. Even weighing less than a 6'2 slab of muscle would be an amazing outcome. Running up the stairs without feeling as though I'm going to die. Fitting into those light blue jeans. Wearing that sexy black lacy dress out and about. Showing my legs off. Rings that fit my fingers. Not feeling the need to throw up after meals. I might even be able to come off my anti depressants if I was happy with my appearance. I want James friends to be envious of him. I don't want to be embarrassed whenever he introduces me to people, as though they are thinking "What's he doing with a big ol' fatty?". I want skinny pictures so when I'm old I'll be able to look back and know I got something out of my younger self. I want to wear a bikini. I want to wear calf boots that fit. I want to wear skinny jeans and tight skirts. I want to look a camera head on, rather than at a downward angle to hide my second chin. I want to stop obsessing over my stretch marks. I want to spend less on food shopping. I want to feel comfortable getting unchanged in front of James. And I want to cuddle him without worrying that he is groping my back fat and thinking about how gross it is. I want to break my food addictions. I want to have a healthy eating plan that I wont want to stray from every day. I want to feel sexy enough to try new sexual positions. I want James to find me irresistible. I want him to want me the way I want him. I want to show all my exes that they were stupid to ever treat me the way they did, I want to show them what they could have had if they supported me. I want to show all the people I went to school with that I'm not a fat b*tch and that there is more for me out there. I want people to be shocked when they see me and I want to shrug it off like it's no big deal, even though I know it's the hardest thing I'll ever do.
Start weight: 17st
Start Clothing Size: 20
Goal Weight: 10st
Goal Clothing Size: 12
Achievements:
One day TFR:
One week TFR:
One month TFR:
15st:
12st:
10st:
Size 16:
Size 14:
Size 12:
Weigh less than James:
Weigh less than Sie:
Have a healthy BMI:
Waist 35 inches:
Waist 32 inches:
Waist 30 inches:
Hips 40 inches:
Hips 37 Inches:
Bust 40 inches:
Bust 37 inches: