I’m not entirely sure what’s come over me. I imagine it’s the same sort of thing that strikes most people on January 1, when they realize that it’s a new year and time to get it together. Well, it’s dawned early at my house.
My wedding rings don’t fit. I’ve known this for a few months now, though I’ve tried to ignore it. They’ve been sitting in my jewelery box, taunting me. I can get them on. But the engagement ring is so tight that I can’t stand the feeling of it around my finger.
My jeans don’t fit either. And I don’t mean that little problem where they’re too tight after washing and stretch out some on day two. I’ve held out hope as far as day four on a few pairs, and the fact remains. They don’t fit.
I’m eating crap. It’s true. Today I ate (seriously) a brownie and two slices of leftover pizza for breakfast, a sandwich and a brownie for lunch, white rice sprinkled with Parmesan cheese and the skin off of a chicken thigh (totally not kidding here) for dinner, and a Lean Pocket for dessert. Of course, we all have days like these. But lately, most of my days are like this.
I’ve entered a vicious cycle with food. I’ll be sitting here thinking to myself that I hate my weight, how my clothes fit, and that I feel fat. And do you know what I do? I go get a brownie because, after all, I’m already fat and it will at least make me feel better.
I definitely have an unhealthy relationship with food.
Add in the fact that I’ve gotten lazy, and blamed my depression. When I started taking antidepressants in November 2007, I had been running and was in the best shape of my life. But I was too sick to take care of myself, and stopped running. But then, my medicine made me lose weight…and so when I stopped running and started taking antidepressants, I was suddenly the skinniest I’ve ever been.
I knew that it was unhealthy. That’s not the way to lose weight. And I knew that the weight would come back on when my body adjusted to the medication.
I was right.
But I hate how I look now. My clothes don’t fit. I eat crap and then feel worse about myself. I’ve got Kiki’s wedding coming up and I don’t think I’ll fit into the dress I ordered.
I should say that I am not, under any circumstances, saying that I am really and truly fat. I realize that I am much skinnier than some people, and that they’ll read this and be insulted by it. After all, if I’m saying that I feel fat, I must be saying that you are fat, too, right? But I’m not. Not at all. I’m just saying that I am not happy with my body right now, and a lot of it has to do with my weight.
I know my own feelings about my body and my weight need adjustment. That’s part of the problem.
But I also know that my relationship with food and fitness needs to get back on track, too.
So tonight I went for a run. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. Maybe this will be the beginning of something…
Only time will tell.