Ecclesiastes 4 summed up would be: stick together. I would not say I have a pack. I have friends, but none that I consider especially close. I really don't have any that I could talk about weight with. I used to be with a couple of women that I was close to and we worked out together and everything. But one moved away and the other had gastric bypass surgery. My sister and mother neither one has a weight problem and most of my family either don't or do and have made peace with it.
I should probably start going to WW meetings, but I am so afraid. It's my experience that instead of support, people tend to give criticism to boost themselves rather than advice. I have been struggling with a plateau for about 2 months. It has gotten so that I feel disappointed and like giving up. The old self-hatred thoughts have made there way back in. I repeatedly think about the things that are frustrating me, including ones that I can't do anything about. I am really feeling the need to binge. I feel empty.
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