A Bad, Dark Place.

A Bad, Dark Place.

I want to quit.  It would be easy to quit right now.  I’ve dug a hole and I’m curled up in the fetal position in said hole.  It’s bad, people, it’s really bad.

I might as well just come out and tell you the whole story.  You all know I’ve been taking some time off this month to regroup.  Here’s what I haven’t told you… Wait!  I’m not ready yet.  I only confessed to my family and trainer a couple of weeks ago.  Let’s talk about other things and come back to this later.

You know how there are emotional cycles in weight loss and dieting?  It goes something like this:

  1. Excited and ready to begin.
  2. Just started and doing okay.
  3. Getting sick of diet.
  4. Quit diet and begin getting depressed.
  5. Death.

I’m at number 5.  I’m at the point where you say, “That’s right, world!  I’m fat! (Crackling sound of bag of chips being opened.) Get the hell over it!  I’m mmmover mmmit! (This last part is muffled by a spoonful of ice cream being inserted into mouth.)

The truth is, I’ve been in this dark place for some time, but I didn’t want to tell you because I have a deep irrational need for you to love me.  And not just you – I need EVERYONE to love me.  (Ask me how well this is working out!)

Here’s the scoop:  I’ve fudged a bit on my weight loss numbers and I need to come clean.

It happened so subtly.  First, I didn’t want to tell my trainer that I’ve never really been able to control my food intake, because I want to be the kind of person who can!  I didn’t want to tell my family I wasn’t losing weight, because their approval means so much to me!  This is not healthy.  It’s also not like me.  I’m really a very honest person when it comes to anything except food.  And when it comes to food, I’m a big fat liar.  Ask me who ate all those doughnuts, I’ll (with a straight face) tell you it was a burglar.  Where are the leftovers from last night?  They smelled funny so I threw them out.  How much do I weigh?  Crap.  Now we’ve come down to it…  Wait, I’m still not ready yet!

It seemed so simple.  Okay, so I didn’t lose weight this week.  I’ll just post (and tell everyone) that I lost one pound and then I’ll make it up next week.  That’s not so bad, right?  Right?

Wrong.  It’s not okay.  And like any other little lie, it snowballs into a big one.  Yeah, I haven’t lost weight in awhile.  But it’s not like I haven’t been trying.  I wake up every day with the best of intentions, but by lunch I’m fighting the same battles I’ve been fighting for years.  The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

Last week I decided to quit ‘See Sara Shrink’.  Frankly it’s easier to admit defeat and close this chapter of my life than to confess my sins and keep on going.  But, like I tell my kids, the easy way is almost never the right one.  You must understand that I’ve been hiding my weight loss lie for a couple of months.  Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a secretive person and this has been eating me up.  Until I got up the nerve to tell my family, I was having full on panic attacks in the middle of the night and would go on crying jags that would last hours.  I kept trying to fix it myself:  I’ll just do another cleanse and that will even me back out, or I’ll starve for a few days to catch up.  I guess you know how well that plan turned out.

So here goes… 240.  I’m at 240 pounds.  I feel like such a loser right now.  I’m so sorry I wasn’t honest with you.  Please forgive me.  I just wanted to be who I said I was so badly, that I rationalized the deception.  That’s not okay.

But, now that that is over.  I’m not quitting.  I’ve wanted to share a true weight loss journey from the beginning – not that crap you see on TV – but the real deal.  Well, this is it.  This is the real thing.  Playing games with yourself and hiding ARE a real part of this struggle.  I’m committed to being real with you throughout the See Sara Shrink journey, no matter how hard it is for me.  If I can figure this thing out, I know you can.  And we can help each other be healthier and happier.

I’m still going to be a little MIA for the rest of January.  I’ll be taking some time to rework the website and find some new help.  (I need a therapist NOW.)  I hope you’ll continue to follow my saga.  It’s a longer journey than I could have ever imagined.  I NEVER would have started this whole thing if I had know how hard it would actually be to lose 100 pounds, but now that I’m here I might as well quit crying and get back to it.

Does crying burn calories?

Hey, look, it’s getting a little lighter in here!