Today has been ok, no major snacking although I did wish my fat free pudding was really a cheeseburger at lunch. I did an hour on the treadmill and some weights. I try to switch up the intensity of walking with running, honestly it just clears my head so the gym has always been like an escape for me. I have to say I didn’t realize how many teenagers have memberships, I mean shouldn’t you weigh atleast 100 pounds, really, what’s the criteria? I swear if some of these girls turned sideways they’d disappear. Maybe it’s a little jealousy or maybe it’s that I’m tired of waiting to use the thigh machines cause these skinny rods are sitting on them talking.
I don’t know why, but dieting consumes my thoughts. I think about food all the time. I never used to be this way, I guess the fear of my weight constantly increasing (no matter what I try) has really gotten to my soul. It’s sad really. I’ve had people tell me my face was getting chunky, ask if I was expecting, and oh if I was gaining weight. I’m not sure why anyone feels the need to ask that question, I mean if you thought I did, why would you ask, obviously you see I did.
I think what bothers me the most is that the “bigger” I got, the less people saw of me. I mean I became invisible to some of the people in my life I thought cared about me. I think I’m done with my pitty party for tonight. Maybe day three will be better.