The first week.
Hmmm... This is going to be harder than I thought. Why do I always find the beginning so hard? My will power/self discipline sucks.
Over the past couple of years I've
become more and more withdrawn and reluctant to go out and socialise. Simply
for the fact that I feel so damn self conscious about the way I look! It just
prevents me from having fun and being myself.
I was a social butterfly, but now I feel like Virginia Woolf enclosed by the
walls that keep me company (well, that's a bit dramatic - it's not THAT bad,
but I really avoid going out these days because of my weight).
I recently made a list of 'things I want to do' and amazed myself at just how much I've been holding back on life because of my weight...
People say that once you lose the weight, things won't just miraculously become great and that happiness comes from within blah blah blah. I get that and to a certain extent that's true. But what those people don't understand is that when you have so much extra weight on you, the 'inner' you is locked up in a prison, so to speak. That's how I feel like at the moment - trapped in a body that doesn't represent who I am.
I guess I just have to keep reminding myself that and somehow find the will power and motivation to go on that way!