Stop worrying about my weight

The thing that finally made me stop worrying about my weight was the fact that I might have cancer. Who cares how much I weigh as long as I am healthy?!

i’m so frustrated because i know im not fat and i just lost a load of weight but now im petrified of eating at all because i dont want to put on weight so much, i cant stop thinking about what ive eaten all day, even if i ate some raisins or something stupid like that despite the fact that i exercise 5 days a week…this is so annoying…even my sister doesnt want to eat with me anymore because she thinks im scrutinizing what she’s eating but im actually insanely jealous of her because she can eat whatever she wants and doesnt even care and she is so happy…ive even stopped eating eggs because i found out they are quite high in fat, how pathetic is that! i need some advice so i can stop wanting to kill myself everytime i eat something…

I decided earlier last year that worrying about my weight was a waste of my time. I’m fine with the way I look and I feel good about myself. No sense in worrying about if I’m a little overweight. :]

I’m healthy. I’m athletic. I’m energetic. Oh yeah, I’m not a stick figure. My BMI is above “healthy”, but I can out run my thinner friends and when I’m done I can cook the best mexican food they could ever ask for. I’m ready to stop worrying about it and just apreciate the great things my body can do, and love it for all that it is, even in the mirror.

It’s because for 6 months of my life I was working 75 hours a week and was down to 120 pounds, and was wearing a size 4/5 jeans.. I’m 5’8. I felt so great… and after I was back to a normal lifestyle the weight came back… Before I had lost all the weight I was 135 and wore a size 9/10. Now, I wear a 7/8-9/10 and weigh 150 pounds. I’ve been working out like crazy and just completed a marathon… and when I have all these reasons to be happy with my body.. I find myself only concentrating on the cellulite on the backs of my thighs and butt. It’s ridiculous. I need to learn to let those things make me feel beautiful and feminine instead of fat and gross.

well yeah I know this contradicts what ?I said in my other entry about lossing weight but I wounder if maybe me worrying so much about it is only making it worse :( oh lord I’m thinking too hard I hate it but hell ˆ just can’t help it it’s driving me crazy I’v never been this fat before

this has been a proudest acheivement of mine, after battling (and still dealing with the repercussions of) this for on and off 5 years. this picture is me, carrying a 75lb. aluminum canoe. i’m putting this picture up because it was this trip, where i learned to trust my body and its strength to do great things (like get down that bitchin’ hill) and understand that food is nourishing. and it’s something i can enjoy for it’s pure aesthetic and tasty qualities, not for its number of calories or % fat.

I never really had a problem with my weight until I fell in love. Also I never really had a problem with my weight until I was 18/19 and started eating badly, stopped walking every where and started drinking beer. I am about 10-15 lbs over weight which you would think isn’t a big deal, but I am 5’3 and I know I would be happier if I weighed less. It affects my self esteem, what I wear, how I act, if I have a good day or a bad one. I am sick of it. I have tried a few diets with no luck and I was exercising like mad, but that wasn’t giving me any results either- so I would like to stop worrying about it and just accept it. I thought I would let my worry go here. I am really going to try to stop worring about my weight, and see if it will take care of itself.

I am currently bouncing my weight between 140 and 150. I am only 5’3” but i look 135. If i truly get my weight down to 135, i know i’ll look and feel better than i do now