I was going to write today about a bit of a breakdown that I had when I was feeling very vulnerable on Tuesday. The more I wrote it out the more I started to sound like I was whining and blaming everyone for my problems.

There are so many things in the past that I still hang on to. Times I’ve been let down and disappointed, times I’ve been hurt. A lot of painful things are very fresh for me.
I am struggling through every day at the moment. I struggle to make good choices, I struggle to lose weight, I am struggling full stop. My efforts are not consistent enough and my numbers reflect that. It’s taken a long time to reach my 50lb milestone and I’m angry about it. Trouble is I have no idea how to deal with anger. I’ve repressed anger so many times and for so long, I remember saying a while back that I don’t really get angry ever. I get sad. When I get angry I binge more than any other time to push it all away.
On Tuesday, when I got frustrated at boot camp because I couldn’t run I boxed the shit out of the pads and it felt good. So I’m looking at investing in some boxing stuff and when I get angry I need to express it. I need to not push it down as ugly and unjustified, I need to get it out. The trouble is, very often, my anger is justified, but because I’m angry with people I love I feel I can’t express it, well maybe I won’t be expressing it to them but I need to find a way to express it.
This is all coming out a bit jumbled, I’m sorry if it doesn’t make much sense but some things are very raw to me right now. I hate being angry with people I love and during an argument with the Man the other night it began to occur to us both how angry I am about having to put so much effort in to my life right now. Losing weight really does feel like a second job and I’m so tired. I can’t seem to get a hold of things long enough to make any real dent in my weight. I feel like the world around me finds it so much easier. I’m sure that’s not true but it’s hard looking in on things you aren’t part of.
I’m angry that no one asked me if I was ok, or why I was sad, when my life was imploding with depression, and my marriage was struggling I self medicated with ice cream and cakes and food that made my body spread to the size that I topped out at. I am sad that I got that big and that now I have to struggle every single day to get back to a healthy state. I feel like I’m having to work so hard at something that should never have happened. No one saved me from myself.
Thing is I realise that really the only people we can rely on are ourselves. That scares me because I don’t trust myself. I know. I sounds like a whining baby. I can’t seem to let go of the resentment that I’m in this situation and the trouble with that is that it’s firmly aimed at myself. I had no control over the other people in my life, I can control how I react and how I respond.
































