I’m sitting here this morning wondering WHAT my life is really about. I am an only child, to a single mother (parents divorced when I was 2) and I’ve always been the center of everything, even now, as an adult, but not so much as when I was a child. I was adopted at birth, and I have recently become friends with my biological mother and am getting to know that side of my biological family. It’s been quite an experience for me to say the least. My mother was very emotionally and verbally abusive towards me growing up, so I’ve had issues my entire life with low to no self-esteem. My weight gain started in college, til that point i was always 5′7″ and balanced between 145-150, on my very large, Norwegian/Mexican, frame.
I cant believe I thought I was “fat” back then. I dated a guy my first year of college who was 4 years older than me and, like my mother, was very emotionally and verbally abusive to me. During that year I put on 30 lbs, lost it that summer, and until gettin pg with my daughter 5 years ago, tettered at 170. I cant figure out if my keeping weight on is “happy” weight, or just from low self image and self esteem. *shrug* My loving husband has Asperger’s, so he didn’t notice when I ballooned from 168 when I met him to 238 this last spring. He is a wonderful man and I love him so very much. He has been so supportive of all of this and tries very hard to notice and say something if I’ve lost some weight. My biological mother, yes, plays a role in here as well. My husband has taught me how to be assertive and stand up for myself with my adoptive mother, my MOTHER who raised me, the only one I’ve ever known. And our relationship has FINALLY gotten better, although, like any relationship, we have good days and bad days. About a month ago, my biological mother was here with her mom, because her sister was really sick. Tons of drama happened, and I watched her sit in tears in my living room, at 42 yrs old, because her mother was dictating to her HOW, WHEN, AND WHERE they were leaving, takin in no consideration for anyone else’s feelings or plans.
I sent, what I thought, was a nice email to her mother, telling her what my feelings were and put in my bio mother’s feelings as well. Apparently it was taken the WRONG way, and now my biological mother is very upset with me. We have hardly spoken since and when we do, it’s strained, to say the least.
Putting me, again, into a child-like role, and depression that I cannot get under control. It was like watching a mirror image of myself and my mother and seeing exactly how much we’ve grown the last 4 years. I don’t feel like exercising, eating healthy, nothing. It’s a struggle each day.
on a different note, I’m so angry with myself! I’ve made great progress in weight loss, and up til September, before I joined here, I was walking EVERY NIGHT, at least 3 miles. I felt great, my core was becoming stable, my pudgy tummy was flattening. I have a friend who called one night after I had gotten home from my walk, and said she had a premonition that I was abducted, which I was having feelings of being watched, earlier that night. It scared me enough to stop walking at night, with a dog, but I lost my momentum and used it as an excuse to NOT go on walks. Yes, I’m walking a lot now, but in small spurts throughout the day. I don’t know HOW to get that momentum back that I once had.
I’m praying also, that being on Phentermine, has helped me change my lifestyle in a way that I can maintain my weightloss AFTER I get it all off. I’m scared to death that I will gain it all back again……
