First World Pains

I lost a pound.

I have mixed feelings about this because I wish that I would have lost more.

Still, if I had gained a pound, I would probably be crying right now so I should probably just be happy and look forward to losing me.

(That’s the spirit)

This is getting ridiculous.

153 pounds.

That is my latest thing that is terrorizing my every moment.

I do hope I am not annoying you with this, but my weight is depressing me.

I have never in my life been this heavy.

I am five foot and six inches. 153 pounds might not seem like enough to put my life in jeapordy or anything, but I can’t do this anymore.

I have no idea how I let myself balloon up to this weight.

I look in the mirror and see how much my body has changed and I honestly just want to break down crying.

I want to make it go away, but after failing when I used to succeed at this so easily before is really difficult.

I am 19 years old. It has been a year since I have gained so much weight.

I’m sure you’ve heard of the freshman 15, but I gained 25 pounds. That is insane in my opinion. 25 pounds is a lot no matter what you are talking about. I can’t do this anymore.

It is too exhausting hating your body. It is too exhausting feeling so hideous all the time.

I need to drop at least 20 pounds. That is going to be so hard, but I don’t think I can ever be comfortable if I don’t do it.

It sucks so much though because I have tried! I have worked out and eaten less and nothing happens! I get very frustrated when I think I’m doing good and then I end up getting heavier.

I can’t deal with this! It’s gotten to the point where I am becoming embarrassed to go out in public.

I know this seems like empty complaining, but it is taking over my head and I need to get past this in order to enjoy anything!