I say that a lot I guess.
Quick recap of the past couple of months:
-Real fat
-Got personal trainer
-Started keto diet (very low carb, high protein, high fat)
-Enjoy keto diet, but enjoy candy and ice cream more
-Two more sessions with trainer before camp
-Have not lost weight but clothes fit a little better.
And so we get to today:
Most of the past week I was entirely in a fog. I forgot to refill my ADHD medication, and kind of turn into less than a person when I don't take it for an extended period of time. I definitely did not follow my keto diet like I should have this week, because I lose a lot of impulse control off my meds and have a tendency to fixate on things like food. Which, now that I'm writing it, feels like a really shitty excuse for having no impulse control. I guess ultimately I really dislike needing medication to feel like a whole human.
I ended up getting in a pretty big fight with my mother, because she's convinced that I am depressed and need to get in to see a therapist. I, however, do not believe that I am depressed. Do I have a lot of other issues that would warrant a visit to a therapist? Absolutely. I was walking around Target, on the phone with her, while we had this conversation, where she absolutely cannot admit that the only reason my dad "cares" is because he doesn't want a fat daughter. He hates the fact that I'm less than perfect, probably because I remind him of the worst parts of himself. I had a rough day at work, forgot to bring food for snack and dinner, and all I wanted was chocolate. So there I am, wandering around the candy aisle, arguing with my mother. She asked if I was driving home, and I told her no, I'm wandering in Target. She immediately got the "I know you're about to make bad money and bad food decisions" tone that she has perfected over the years. Honestly, all I wanted to do was prove her right. Instead, I went to a different aisle, grabbed a protein snack (which is probably still not on the diet, because it has deli-type ham, but is a better option than a bag full of mini-Snickers) and two mozzarella cheese sticks. Confession: I did also get a candy bar on my way to the register.
One of the things my trainer wants me to be doing is working through my emotions without food. I'm trying. It's... a struggle. I ate the candy bar on the drive home and realized that while I did feel better after eating it, it wasn't a satisfied better. It was numb and emotionless. I was a void, a black hole, sucking down sugar and calories in an effort to fill the gaps in my soul.
I mean, my fat ass still ate the candy bar. But at least I didn't binge?
