I will never understand it.
How I can work so hard. How I can count every carb, every calorie. How I can exercise. How I can deny myself what I enjoy but know is not helpful. How I can work on understanding my emotions, my connections to food, my self image, my self worth.
How I can do all the things I'm supposed to do.
And yet, for doing all that, I can step on the scale and watch that damn needle sit on the same three numbers. Week. After week. After week.
I am so fed up.
I'm not surrendering. Not by a long shot.
I just don't understand what I'm doing wrong.
Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyep!
ReplyDeleteOh yes. I think I've told you how it took me five weeks to lose one lousy pound. I just wanted to get through to my body, "Hey, there is no threat of starvation here. So, get with it already."
ReplyDeleteI'm rooting for you.
It's maddening. My sympathies! Hang in there... eventually the pounds *will* get tired of staying on you.
ReplyDeleteI read this today...and thought of you (and me...and a lot of others): It is a common thing for people to begin to lean in the direction of recovery, only to stop and take score too soon. And when they still find unwanted symptoms or conditions, they then offer resistant thought and lose the improved ground they have gained. With consistent releasing of resistance, all unwanted conditions will subside, returning you to your natural state of Well-Being.
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