I was doing so good. I went from 290 in mid April to 278 early June. Then my family started binge ordering pizza like crazy and I couldn’t help myself. For like two weeks, I’ve been fighting to stay below 1500 calories but I’ve failed majority of the time. I’ve been too scared to weigh myself or take my measurements. I’m so sure that I’ve gone right back to square one or at least the 285-ish range.
I go on walks everyday but I have to take my autistic little brother with me who has a meltdown when we come home. I don’t enjoy it anymore. I hate myself so much and it feels like my mom is doing everything in her power to make sure it stays that way.
How can I look at things with a positive note? I turned 18 a few days ago, can’t drive, not allowed to work because I have a high risk family member at home and I’m at my lowest point mentally. I was doing so good and I just ruined all of it.
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