I still have to make an appt with the nutritionst I plan to see. First I have to get blood work done, when I get my car back.
I have food issues, I eat when I'm bored or tired or as a reward. And I suck at portion control. I have access to a kitchen scale and nice new measuring cups and spoons so I could figure out portions. But I'm lazy and I think there are other issues at work. Some of this stuff I figure I'll have to take up with my therapist and deal with it there.
The idea of being in shape and even a size 14 (which I was about 6 yrs ago) kind of freaks me out. I get freaked because losing weight and taking responsiblity is one more step to independence. Not that I have to be thin to be independent--- it's just that moving out, getting a full time job, taking responsiblity of my finances and my health and my eating habits it's all this grown up stuff. When it all comes together...well, then I'll be successful I think. Ready to leave this place. But it's scary because my urge to flee and avoid is so strong.