I have been feeling very low for the past few days. I have stopped caring about my health. I am drinking sugary sodas again. I just feel hopeless. And I can’t make myself care right now. Why didn’t I have the fucking surgery? If I had, things would be going according to my plans. But no, I let myself get manipulated like a little kid. I will NEVER listen to anyone, especially my mom, again. I can’t believe how she acted in the days leading up to the surgery date. Just an insane person. “I can feel you wavering” she said. She really said that. Gleefully. I’ll never waver again, I’ll tell you that god damn much.
It’s been making me feel like garbage. I obsess over it, especially at night when I’m alone with my thoughts. I had an opportunity for something great and I missed it and now I’m in the same shitty place I was before. I could have been well under 200lbs by now. I’ve definitely gained a little bit and am probably over my previous weight of 220. The only way I lost weight before was by not eating. I don’t know how to do this on my own. I truly needed the help.
I’m so fucking angry, I’m glad I get to talk to my therapist today. I’m also requesting a change of peer supports. Kim is mentally tiresome. I’m depressed and don’t give a shit anymore. 🤗