I’ve really begun to lose interest in all of this. Here I am, 96 pounds down, and I really just don’t care anymore. Right now, I still feel like I’ve accomplished nothing.
My times of enjoyment have been few and far between this year. Most of them involve me reverting back to how I used to live, how I used to eat, not concerned with what it might do to me. The whole reason behind losing this weight was to find enjoyment that was missing from my life, but in the pursuit of it I’ve lost what little joy I had before.
I sometimes enjoy the exercise, I’m quite fond of the bike riding, when my bike isn’t in need of another repair (yet another flat in the back tire hit me today). I actually managed to trek across half of Orange County, 19 miles, on Sunday, and 18 miles back on Monday. But still, there’s something missing.
Losing weight for the sake of losing weight was never my goal. I was happy with myself at 300+ pounds. It was always everyone else that seemed to have a problem with me being who I was. And while it didn’t really bother me to be on the outside looking in, the thing that made it difficult was that I was alone out there.
Part of me feels like I’ve betrayed myself and my beliefs by doing this. I sold out to the general population in order to be accepted into their society. But the truth is, I’m still on the outside, and I’m still alone.
Those of you that have found people to accept you for who you are, flaws and all, I envy you. I have never had that experience, in fact I’ve pretty much had the opposite. “You’re great…except for that one thing” could be the story of my life. And even if I managed to finally find some company, I’d always have that morsel of doubt, that question of how she would have felt about me before this change. Unless I invest in a fat suit, I’ll never know the answer.
I thought I could make it through all of this without dwelling on this. But it’s become the focus of my life once again. I’m reminded of why I lost all this weight in the first place, and why I feel like its been a wasted effort so far. At least when I was 300 pounds I wasn’t angry and frustrated half the time. If the weight loss doesn’t get me what I need, what else do I have to do? What else do I have to change in order to get what I need?
For now, I keep going forward, not because it’s bringing me happiness, but because I don’t know what else to do. I’m basically a machine at this point, one that’s on auto-pilot.
Maybe I just need to hit the century mark…but I have a feeling that it won’t change much.
WEIGHT TRACKER 2007
Weight On Jan. 02: 303.2 lbs
Weight On Feb. 06: 275.5 lbs
Weight On Mar. 06: 260.2 lbs
Weight On Apr. 03: 251.2 lbs
Weight On May 01: 240.2 lbs
Weight On June 05: 232.0 lbs
Weight On July 03: 222.2 lbs
Weight On Aug. 07: 209.0 lbs
Weight On Aug. 14: 207.0 lbs
Weight Lost In ‘07: 96.2 lbs