The scale says that I only have 44 pounds to go, but I look in a mirror and still see myself as 100+ pounds overweight. This is troubling for a number of reasons. First, it's difficult to celebrate what I've lost if I don't see it gone. Secondly, I struggle more with motivation when I feel like it's a lost cause. Finally, I had a eating disorder in high school. I know that body dysmorphia is a real thing for me, and that other people look at me and comment on the weight I've lost, but I don't see the changes like I once did. I don't see a skinnier me when I look at my progress pic. I see the same person. Equal weight, equally fat. I have a hard time accepting people's compliments lately as sincere. Part of me just thinks they are saying nice things to make me feel better about being fat. I got on the scale at least 7 times yesterday- every time I peed, ate, or drank anything- trying to gage if I'd be back under 200 today. When I was I didn't feel relief. I felt numb, or frustrated... not proud like I should be. I'm still eating- yesterday was just under 1300 calories. I'm not making myself sick, or working out for hours, or anything like that... I'm just noticing some unhealthy thoughts.
I saw this joke a while back, and it holds a lot of scary truth for me.
I've often wished that friends could see themselves as I see them. Beautiful, amazing, strong women. I've never wished that for myself though... mostly because I've afraid of how others see me. Rationally I know that the positive way that I see my friends would be reciprocal... they would see complimentary characteristics... that's why they are my friends. But I fear that others see me as I see myself...



