I’m having such a hard time with weight loss. Or should I say weight gain? It’s like someone is playing a joke on me.
I don’t know how much of the problem is my mental attitude, but something occured to me the other day. I don’t believe in myself.
Oh, I do in other areas, but I don’t actually believe that I can do this. I don’t believe I can get to my goal weight, I don’t believe I can control my cravings, and I don’t believe I could run a marathon or reach any other (even much smaller) goal that I set out to achieve.
What’s the deal with that?
It definitely affects my motivation level. Of course it does! If I don’t think I can do something, then why even try?
But how can you begin to believe in yourself?
Forgive me for being cynical, but every piece of advice that is out there is contradicted by something else. And I realize I’m getting older and I’ve had two kids and everything, so I shouldn’t expect to eat like I always have and look the same as I did in high school. But I do not feel like my body and weight reflect my current eating habits. Something is not right. Maybe it’s nursing not being nice to me this time around. And sorry for the TMI, but I haven’t had a period since having Vanessa (and NO, I’m NOT pregnant, and YES, I AM sure), which I feel like is affecting me big time.
I’m really considering going to the doctor to ask if there is some problem. When I was pregnant, they gave me some thyroid medication because mine was slightly off (can’t remember in which direction- hyper or hypo), so maybe that has something to do with it. But I don’t currently have insurance, and I was hoping to keep it that way for a few more months at least.
I may just have to suck it up and pay for insurance and go see the doctor. I think I will ask Vanessa’s doctor what she thinks at Vanessa’s 6 month appointment, which is coming up in about 2-3 weeks. Maybe I’ll see what kind of progress I can make in that time period.
Sounds like as good a plan as anything else. I’m off to the gym!