Who am I doing this for?
Honestly starting to wonder. My 'ambition' or goal so easily fluctuates- it doesn't matter that it should only be about how I feel - how I feel is affected by those around me, how I perceive judgement,what is deemed 'acceptable' by society, whether I think I am being weak willed, if I am making excuses.It all comes down to this attitude towards myself in the end-a bad one. A very harsh one. I know being thinner than I am now won't particularly make me feel any better at all. But I feel I should want to be.Graphs say I should be. I think I weigh more than I look,no I know that is the case (Dr kindly told me I must have lead bones once) but still, the facts are at 5.7 the general perception is 11.7 is still a bit lardy. It is only just *healthy* .I don't want judgement. I don't want people to look at me and think I still look chunky (deleted the word fat there because I know I am no longer that) whether or not I know they think that.I just want to not be noticed.
There are people expecting me to fail. That affects me too. Some Mums at school, even my family.
When I started, I think I said I just wanted to be healthy weight, be able to use that as a launch pad to get in the best physical state of my life- be strong, more athletic. To be able to move in with OH and start an outdoor physically demanding life-maybe in some vain hope that would cure everything that is wrong with me and food. None of that says beat yourself into submission, rag this diet until you are too bony just so you don't feel like a pathetic cop out. This has nowt to do with weight or dieting, just about that narrative of my life that always says 'you could have done better'. Feeling very turmoilous atm. Possibly PMT I guess.Still, been cathartic to write it, to vent it. If I talk to OH he tells me I'm gorgeous now and to stop.But there is no denying he prefers me now than 2.7 stone ago, so quite frankly I can't listen to him.