ForgetRegret
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*sigh* I realized yesterday that I'm gross, yucky fatty mcfat fat. I was getting ready to take my little man for a walk to Target (since it's only like...half a mile from where I live, and it's good exercise for me, not to mention he loves going for walks), and since it was hot, I was just going to wear my maternity capris, since they just have a stretchy waistband, and my shirt would've covered it (because I knew I wouldn't fit in my regular pants...cuz I'm fat). Well. Apparently I don't fit in my maternity pants either.
Suddenly, I stopped just being annoyed at the fact that I haven't lost ANY weight since I had the baby (almost 6 months ago), despite honest efforts...and just became depressed and sad over it. We went for our walk, got what we needed, and came home...once I put him to bed around 8, I cried for about an hour.
I know part of my problem is probably the fact that I'm on depo...it'll be out of my system by the end of the month, and I WON'T be going back on it...stupid birth control bullsh*t. ...and yes, for the last couple weeks, I haven't been vigilant about hitting the pool, because I can't muster up the energy or motivation...BUT...I've been eating well (lots of salads, fruits, veggies, whole grains, proteins, etc), and walking a lot at work, plus taking the walks with the baby (about 2x a week), and going to dance once or twice a week. It's not like I'm sitting on my a** eating cheetos, and wondering why I'm fat. Plus the fact that before I lost motivation to go to the gym, I had been going 3x a week, and swimming a mile each day...I'd switch it up, doing sprints, using the hand paddles, kickboard, etc...and all the while, I didn't lose ONE damn pound. Not one. I had kept it up for about a month and a half (then I got the flu, and strep throat, so I was out of the pool for about 2 weeks with that), and during that whole time, I didn't even drop a pant size. I think I just got so frustrated with the fact that I didn't make any progress at all, that THAT'S the reason I haven't been able to motivate myself to go back. I feel like it's useless.
I wasn't just swimming, I was working on my sit-ups and push ups, too (I have a physical readiness test in September that I need to prepare for), so I would've thought that with everything I was doing, and as much as I was watching what I ate, and nourishing my body with what it NEEDS, that I would've seen some sort of results. Now I'm just depressed over the whole thing, and I know it's stupid, so please don't berate me and tell me I'm an idiot (if you're not going to at least TRY and be supportive, keep your goddamn mouth shut, please. I'm depressed enough, I don't need your help in the matter.), but I find myself seriously considering my "high school diet". When I was in HS, I was anorexic...my best friend managed to combat that by getting me to eat jelly sandwiches. So now I'm looking back and thinking to myself that jelly sandwiches seem like a good idea to me. I was still thin (I don't think I was ever unhealthily thin, except when I was in the hospital), but I ate. Granted I didn't eat well...but I ate.
I don't want to be a rail-thin supermodel. I'm not delusional enough to think I'll ever be that. I just want to go back to the weight I was before I got pregnant...it was a good weight for me, I was thin, but I still had fat in all the places a girl needs it. I looked good. More importantly, I was happy when I looked in the mirror. Now I look at myself and just want to throw something at the mirror and shatter it, so I don't have to see what's staring back at me. That girl in the mirror isn't me...she's some fat, disgusting slob trying to pass herself off as me.
I'm on anti-depressants...have been for quite some time...but it seems like this is one thing that the anti-depressants can't help. Although I know they're not a cure-all, or a magic pill...they're usually good at keeping me level...but where this situation is concerned, I might as well not be on anything at all. Which is a little scary, because really...how bad would I be if I wasn't on them?
Sorry for the giant emo dump...I had to get it out somewhere...and I'm so used to putting on a happy face for everyone else in the world, that I feel like this is the only place I can be honest about the fact that I'm really unhappy, and I'm seriously almost at the point where I hate myself. I adore my baby, and I just want to be happy and healthy, so I'm at my best for him.
...like I said up there somewhere...if you're going to reply to this and tell me I'm stupid, or otherwise insult or be rude to me, please don't bother. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all...I've put this thread up here as a cry for help...I just want someone to tell me that what I'm feeling might actually be normal...or maybe that they went through it too...I want someone to help give me ways and ideas to get through this...not make me feel worse than I already do. Thanks.
...and sorry this was so long...if you're still with me...thanks for reading.

I know part of my problem is probably the fact that I'm on depo...it'll be out of my system by the end of the month, and I WON'T be going back on it...stupid birth control bullsh*t. ...and yes, for the last couple weeks, I haven't been vigilant about hitting the pool, because I can't muster up the energy or motivation...BUT...I've been eating well (lots of salads, fruits, veggies, whole grains, proteins, etc), and walking a lot at work, plus taking the walks with the baby (about 2x a week), and going to dance once or twice a week. It's not like I'm sitting on my a** eating cheetos, and wondering why I'm fat. Plus the fact that before I lost motivation to go to the gym, I had been going 3x a week, and swimming a mile each day...I'd switch it up, doing sprints, using the hand paddles, kickboard, etc...and all the while, I didn't lose ONE damn pound. Not one. I had kept it up for about a month and a half (then I got the flu, and strep throat, so I was out of the pool for about 2 weeks with that), and during that whole time, I didn't even drop a pant size. I think I just got so frustrated with the fact that I didn't make any progress at all, that THAT'S the reason I haven't been able to motivate myself to go back. I feel like it's useless.
I wasn't just swimming, I was working on my sit-ups and push ups, too (I have a physical readiness test in September that I need to prepare for), so I would've thought that with everything I was doing, and as much as I was watching what I ate, and nourishing my body with what it NEEDS, that I would've seen some sort of results. Now I'm just depressed over the whole thing, and I know it's stupid, so please don't berate me and tell me I'm an idiot (if you're not going to at least TRY and be supportive, keep your goddamn mouth shut, please. I'm depressed enough, I don't need your help in the matter.), but I find myself seriously considering my "high school diet". When I was in HS, I was anorexic...my best friend managed to combat that by getting me to eat jelly sandwiches. So now I'm looking back and thinking to myself that jelly sandwiches seem like a good idea to me. I was still thin (I don't think I was ever unhealthily thin, except when I was in the hospital), but I ate. Granted I didn't eat well...but I ate.
I don't want to be a rail-thin supermodel. I'm not delusional enough to think I'll ever be that. I just want to go back to the weight I was before I got pregnant...it was a good weight for me, I was thin, but I still had fat in all the places a girl needs it. I looked good. More importantly, I was happy when I looked in the mirror. Now I look at myself and just want to throw something at the mirror and shatter it, so I don't have to see what's staring back at me. That girl in the mirror isn't me...she's some fat, disgusting slob trying to pass herself off as me.
I'm on anti-depressants...have been for quite some time...but it seems like this is one thing that the anti-depressants can't help. Although I know they're not a cure-all, or a magic pill...they're usually good at keeping me level...but where this situation is concerned, I might as well not be on anything at all. Which is a little scary, because really...how bad would I be if I wasn't on them?
Sorry for the giant emo dump...I had to get it out somewhere...and I'm so used to putting on a happy face for everyone else in the world, that I feel like this is the only place I can be honest about the fact that I'm really unhappy, and I'm seriously almost at the point where I hate myself. I adore my baby, and I just want to be happy and healthy, so I'm at my best for him.
...like I said up there somewhere...if you're going to reply to this and tell me I'm stupid, or otherwise insult or be rude to me, please don't bother. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all...I've put this thread up here as a cry for help...I just want someone to tell me that what I'm feeling might actually be normal...or maybe that they went through it too...I want someone to help give me ways and ideas to get through this...not make me feel worse than I already do. Thanks.
...and sorry this was so long...if you're still with me...thanks for reading.