I haven’t always been over 200 pounds. There was a time I was about 130. Then, life happened.
The deal is I have to take medicine daily. Sometimes the medicine can make you gain a ton of weight. That is problem #1.
#2 is the fact that I was married to a man who would call me a “f$*#&$* fat b$*#&” almost daily. After awhile, you start to believe it. Then, I started eating all the time. Food made me feel better. Food soothed my emotions.
#3 It has taken almost 6 years for my emotions to recover from that marriage. It’s taken almost 6 years to regain my identity and my worth. I went through a lot of so-called relationships at that time, including another dysfunctional “marriage.” To me, the weight on the outside of my body is just a reflection of what is going on emotionally.
Now that I’m in a more stable, healthy, and happy place, THE WEIGHT IS COMING OFF. FINALLY. 🙂 You see, the battle of my size has NOTHING to do with food. It’s a matter of the heart. My heart is healed. My heart is happy. I WILL lose the obese label. It may not be today or tomorrow. It is one day at a time. One meal at a time. One emotion at a time.
If you are in this battle with me, speak up so I know I’m not alone. 🙂