i havn't been posting for a few days now, i havn't been in a place that i wanted to share my thoughts.
where i have been hasn't been nice.
last week i posted that i was feeling crap but didn't know why. In the early hours of Friday morning the penny dropped, it was Good Friday, but its not good for me.
Good Friday 9 years ago (April 10th) is the day i went to hospital to terminate my allready dead baby. I cope with this on my own every year cos my hubby won't remember. At the time he was no use, just saying these things happen. At the time we lived in Warrington, i was alone & isolated, there was no-one there for me & each year i suffer alone, i still remember just as painfully as if it was yesterday.
As i sit & type this there are tears running down my face.
to cope with this i have turned to my trusty friend, the one who is allways there for me, no matter what, she's called food.
in reality although she's allways there in actual fact she does me more harm than good, she makes my abuse myself & at the moment makes me hate myself.
over the years i have used food to cope with a life i havn't allways liked.
if i eat & become unatractive no-one will take any notice of me
if i eat & become unatractive my hubby won't pester me for sex
if i become fat i can just fade into the background.
i need to learn to like myself.
i need to accept that other people like me.
i need to learn to have respect for myself.
i need to learn to stop abusing myself with food.
i have spent the last 10 days abusing myself & it has to stop - NOW
i have come so far i don't want to go back.
it is now 3 1/2 weeks till i go on holiday & i havn't bought any summer clothes yet, i was hoping to be in a size 14 to go away, but i don't know if i will make that.
tommorow i need to get bak on track, it will be hard, puryly for the fact it is the 10th tommorrow, but i will do my damdest
xx