Venting of epic proportions commences:
Today my mind is buzzing like mad about my weight. I have been working on losing weight since 2004 and have steadily chipped away and to date have lost 126 lbs (thanks DS). This may seem like great news and on some page it is. I started in 2004 at 240 and am now 114 lbs. I wear a size 0 at New York & Co. and Old Navy but undercover investigations have shown they lie about their sizes. That said, I am firmly a size 2 in pretty much anything else; jeans included.
Good news? Kinda. For someone who has been heavy, you develop this “be as thin as possible before it all comes back” attitude. However, I want to put a few pounds on. People comment constantly about my weight and how bony I am. So partly I want to gain because of this but also because it is hard to shop at this size. When I was heavier I used to think that if I were thin I would be able to wear anything I wanted and the world of fashion was for thin people. As a heavy person I couldn’t find anything stylish to wear to save my life but now that nearly 80% of the population is overweight or obese there are cute styles in plus sizes everywhere it seems. On the flip side, at a size 2 I struggle. Seems I can’t get away from the problems with clothes. Nakedness for all! JK. I look all over for dress clothes for work and had a terrible time the other day. All the cheap, cute suits were sizes 6 & 8. I could go to petite and found a few there but the length was an issue. The pants and skirts were too short. So needless to say shopping hasn’t been fun like I imagined it to be.
Another major drawback is sex. If this is too much information, change the channel now please. =) When my husband (who thinks I’m too thin as it is) rubs his hands on my body (legs, hips, etc.) I can feel how bony and angular it has become. It makes me feel gross. Baths are crappy because my shoulder blades and spine and tail bone all dig into the bottom of the tub. It is not comfortable and thus not relaxing as it is meant to be.
As you can see I have lost too much or at least I feel this is so. Not to mention how expensive this has been having to overhaul my wardrobe constantly.
Okay so that’s why I think I’m too thin and need to gain some weight; 10 lbs or so maybe 15. That’d put me in a size 6-ish. So I’ve been eating with abandon trying to put on this weight. I am starting to see any increase (about 4 lbs). It may not seem like much but on my frame it’s a small sum. Enough to make my size 2’s feel snug. Which brings me to the whole reason for today’s entry.
I feel fat! WTH? I am so disappointed in myself and can’t believe I feel this way. I am embarrassed to say it. I have been saying I am too thin and I want to put some weight on but I feel gross when I look at myself and now that I’m starting to gain a bit. I am sick of the negative comments from people and the difficulty shopping so why do I feel so gross at only a 4 lb gain? I saw in on the scale and felt sad and worried instead of happy like I should have. I guess deep down I am worried about getting heavy again or something I’m not sure. I know rationally it’s nothing and that I have room to gain and even should but deep down I feel fat. I feel my fat roll hanging over my now snug size 2 and have been tugging at my shirt all day long as it clings to me (at least mentally I feel this clinging). I know it’s really stupid and I know I shouldn’t feel this way but I do. I have to overcome this though so I can get up to a size 6 or so to give me more fashion choices and shut people up and have more fullness in my now hollow and angular face. They say fullness in the face adds youth and hollowness adds years which I believe.
Please don’t misconstrue this entry as a girl who dieted her way to too thin and now has some sort of disorder. Anyone who knows me and sees me daily knows this is not the case. I was happily maintaining at my 130’s weight and felt fine before my hernia surgery but then lost quite a bit with that and a tough recovery and now that I’m lighter it’s like my scared, fat girl wants to stay there when rationally I know it’s not good. There’s that part of me that says just let it play out and when your body adjust a bit to the DS and you have to work a bit harder to maintain like I’ve read about folks having to do you’ll be thankful for the extra room but really I do long for the padding of the 130’s. Clothes fit better and I look more lady like and less like a child/teenager. I had an easier time shopping as this is a commonly found size and people weren’t always saying how thin I look and how “you can never be too thin or too rich but you really need to stop it now” like I did this on purpose. Without spilling my business to folks who don’t need to know it I just let them think what they will but I can’t say it doesn’t bother me. People think I’m starving myself and that pisses me off although I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s my time of the month or something because I feel like emotions are running high and I’m all over the map. Anyhow, I feel cruddy and need to shake it and just wanted to document and share this mix of emotion because people (including me in earlier days) think that weight is the pinnacle to everything and if they could only be thin their life would be tops when this has never been the case for me. I’m a thin person now but still struggling with feelings of self loathing and the fat girl mentality. Venting concludes. Move on. Thanks for listening.
Mandy