Going back to the doc
Since I'm still fat.. my "fat self" is still very much a part of my being. I often wonder if there's something more I could be doing to improve the rate of loss or at least to lessen the physical pain.
Today I hit 222 and change, and although that's a far cry from 315... I still watch where I sit in fear I'll break a chair. While walking on the treadmill in the gym, I take out one of the headphones so I can check to see if I'm making a lot of noise while trying to walk. I listen for my breathing (if I can hear it.. everyone can). I'm continually pulling down on my shirts to cover as much as possible... and the worst of it.. I put my head down instead of looking forward. THIS is the "fat self" I've come to loathe. I walk with my head down .. even on the treadmill... as if I'm not WORTHY to look around like everyone else.. or rather.. in fear someone will look at me. If I don't see them looking.. I won't quit.
There's nothing more powerful than the perceptions we have of ourselves and our fat selves tell us so many lies. There's no comfort in that mentality.. only anguish. This is easier said than done... but I'm going to say it to you...
LET HER GO, Neecee.... she's not part of who you are.. just a faint reminder of someone you used to know. Yanno what I mean?