mama22boys
Fri, Jun-03-05, 22:11
I am just going to type. This may not be rational or right, but it is how I am feeling.
I am angry that weight is such an issue with me.
I am angry that although I am a pretty person that I think I am ugly and disgusting.
I am angry that although I am kind, intelligent, funny, interesting person none of that matters as soon as I think about my weight. It makes me feel unworthy and insignificant.
I am angry that although I have grown, birthed, nourished and nurtured 2 beautiful children that I value my body so little.
I am angry that as a young, overweight child that my parents didn't do more to help me make better health choices.
I am angry that as a teenage girl, after a fight with my mom where a comment about my weight came out, my mom comes up later to 'console' me and when I said, "My friend's moms don't say they are fat." and in response my mom says, "Well honey, your friends aren't fat..."
I am angry that as an adult my mom reflects to me that she remembers looking at me when I was young, basically in disgust (can't remember her exact words) because of my weight. This was in a discussion we were having about why my siblings might have self-image issues. She said she could understand why I might have issue... based on what I just previously wrote here.
I am angry that such a messed up relationship with food has grown in me. I am coming to realize that living a strict LC diet is just another way that I restrict and punish myself for being fat. That is what my relationship is like with food. I hate that I need it, I hate what it has done to me through my own choices and of course the physical need for it. (Please note that I do not diss the LC WOE at all, just the way that I have grown in to it). I do these 'diets'...the not eating thing in high school, the low fat thing in college, got fatter with pregnancy and young children, and am now doing the LC thing to further 'punish' myself. If I am strict with it, I am in control. If I am more lieniet (sp?), I don't really feel like I am doing anything. If I cheat, I feel guilt, weak, insecure, like a failure, out of control.
I feel angry that my dh doesn't say more things to me that are encouraging and help me see my true beauty. It is not that he is a jerk, just not very intuitive, nurturing, ya know.
I am angry that I am angry that dh doesn't do/say more. Why should I depend on someone else to be my esteem for me?!?!?
I have high hopes for myself. I really thinks that God has great plans for my life, but this is such a HUGE obstacle. This whole thing just kills my confidence. It is like I can look in the mirror and say to myself, "You have a beautiful soul and the reason you are here and what you do is important. The way you look pales in comparison to what you do and who you are." But I feel like such an imposter...like that little girl who felt worthless and insecure trying to convince herself of some great story.
I have been having a rough last couple of weeks. We have moved to a new town because of my dh's job and I haven't really met any new friends yet. I am feeling pretty burnt out as a mother and wife and that just adds to my frustrations, angers and insecurities. Thanks for taking the time to listen to this wounded spirit.
I am angry that weight is such an issue with me.
I am angry that although I am a pretty person that I think I am ugly and disgusting.
I am angry that although I am kind, intelligent, funny, interesting person none of that matters as soon as I think about my weight. It makes me feel unworthy and insignificant.
I am angry that although I have grown, birthed, nourished and nurtured 2 beautiful children that I value my body so little.
I am angry that as a young, overweight child that my parents didn't do more to help me make better health choices.
I am angry that as a teenage girl, after a fight with my mom where a comment about my weight came out, my mom comes up later to 'console' me and when I said, "My friend's moms don't say they are fat." and in response my mom says, "Well honey, your friends aren't fat..."
I am angry that as an adult my mom reflects to me that she remembers looking at me when I was young, basically in disgust (can't remember her exact words) because of my weight. This was in a discussion we were having about why my siblings might have self-image issues. She said she could understand why I might have issue... based on what I just previously wrote here.
I am angry that such a messed up relationship with food has grown in me. I am coming to realize that living a strict LC diet is just another way that I restrict and punish myself for being fat. That is what my relationship is like with food. I hate that I need it, I hate what it has done to me through my own choices and of course the physical need for it. (Please note that I do not diss the LC WOE at all, just the way that I have grown in to it). I do these 'diets'...the not eating thing in high school, the low fat thing in college, got fatter with pregnancy and young children, and am now doing the LC thing to further 'punish' myself. If I am strict with it, I am in control. If I am more lieniet (sp?), I don't really feel like I am doing anything. If I cheat, I feel guilt, weak, insecure, like a failure, out of control.
I feel angry that my dh doesn't say more things to me that are encouraging and help me see my true beauty. It is not that he is a jerk, just not very intuitive, nurturing, ya know.
I am angry that I am angry that dh doesn't do/say more. Why should I depend on someone else to be my esteem for me?!?!?
I have high hopes for myself. I really thinks that God has great plans for my life, but this is such a HUGE obstacle. This whole thing just kills my confidence. It is like I can look in the mirror and say to myself, "You have a beautiful soul and the reason you are here and what you do is important. The way you look pales in comparison to what you do and who you are." But I feel like such an imposter...like that little girl who felt worthless and insecure trying to convince herself of some great story.
I have been having a rough last couple of weeks. We have moved to a new town because of my dh's job and I haven't really met any new friends yet. I am feeling pretty burnt out as a mother and wife and that just adds to my frustrations, angers and insecurities. Thanks for taking the time to listen to this wounded spirit.