Been trying on and off for about 10 years now to try and lose weight and actually keep it off. I’ll get into a routine of counting calories and going on walks every day. I can’t seem to actually keep it up long term. After a few months I’ll be down 20-30lbs, but then some shit in life happens or something disrupts routine and it’s all over and then I’ll go up 25-35lbs. So while I was ~160 ten years ago, I’ve just yo-yo’d my way up to the 220s.
I don’t really know what to do. Well, I do. Just not stop what I’m doing, but in reality, I’m too weak for it. I’m constantly anxious and depressed and stressed about shit and while maybe going for a walk will make me feel a little better, eating makes me feel a lot better. Mentally, my entire day just revolves around food. Despite sleeping regular hours and being on the cpap now, I still feel like a complete pile of shit every morning and usually the only thing eventually pulling me out of bed before I absolutely have to is breakfast. Soon as I’m done with that, I’m counting the hours until lunch, then dinner, and then if I’ve hit my calorie cap for the day I may as well just go to sleep so I can get breakfast.
Another thing I just don’t understand about myself is that I would have hoped that after my increasing health problems, shrinking amount of clothes I can fit into, and just generally hating looking at myself, some level of self-preservation would kick in and I would have at least a small level of motivation to fix my shit, but instead I just get the opposite: more stress and anxiety which just means I want to eat. I try guilting myself by imagining what would happen if I died, what my husband would have to do with me gone, my parents burying me, etc. and not even that shit works.
Sorry for the bitchy rant. I do want to lose weight, but fuck me, I just can’t seem to get myself to do it and it just adds to my shit mood and I know eventually it’s probably just going to kill me early. Maybe I should try something else, but I have no clue what.