are you one of those people who vehemently defy the number of a scale and then actually panic when you see the number when you step on one out of curiosity?
all my life I've been overweight. growing up, there was a perfect number to be. mom and dad tried to remind me that I need to feel happy with myself-- if I don't feel happy with myself, I need to take care of it. but
eating like crap. being lazy when I can. attributing it to stress or something I can't see because its easier. and that isn't to say that it just true...stress is a huge factor of weight gain and weight loss.
and I wish I could say that I feel good and beautiful and it doesn't matter but....I don't feel beautiful. and I don't feel great. my reflux is coming back. I am more insecure than I've ever been.
I'm gonna try this again. I'm gonna take pictures and try to routine-- I have actually NOTHING but time. at least get to a point where I start feeling good again.
I feel the same way about struggling with adhd and keeping my house clean-- there's a stab of panic whenever there's a huge pile of dishes in the sink because I think "how did I let things get this bad"
the thing I try to tell myself is that everyone's struggling with routine right now, not just me, and beating myself up about it isn't going to change things