I fantasize all the time about being at my lowest weight again. Even though I was afraid for my health, I felt sort of invincible and that nothing bad could happen to me. In a way, it was the happiest I ever was. Being thin and liking how I look is sadly the most important thing I hold onto in my life. It's like a shield. When I gain weight I feel very vulnerable.
I've felt incapacitated ever since I started recovery. I thought I would grow accustomed to it after a while but I am getting more and more depressed as the days go by. I don't want to get out of bed. I don't want to wear nice clothes anymore. I don't want anyone to see me or make any remark about noticing my weight gain. Any time someone says "you look healthier" I want to hide away from the world. It makes me feel so average and unattractive.
I was actually a lot more productive in my life before I started recovery. Now I'm so insecure and depressed, I can't get myself to do anything. I don't want to face anyone. I feel really ashamed.
Wanting to go back to how I was consumes most of my thoughts throughout the day. I just think I would have an easier time if I was at my ideal weight again. Either way, there will always be a struggle and I will always have to make a sacrifice. It's either be thin and feel like crap physically, or be physically healthy and feel hideous. I have an all or nothing mentality I can't get rid of. I'm just sick of this.
Yep, my thoughts are really this shallow.