the fat suit
i’ve been gaining weight since i started taking lithium in may. 7 months later and i am wearing a full blown fat suit, with 20 lbs added on my frame. most of my clothes don’t fit and i’m uncomfortable in my skin. in order to feel sexy, i have to get completely decked out; otherwise, forget about it. i don’t want to take pictures and i refuse to have some people see me like this.
i’m really disgusted with myself, and in order to make any changes, i have to dedicate time and energy to implementing my no sugar-no flour diet. i haven’t had the time or space to do that, and i won’t really for another few weeks. in the mean time, i keep punishing myself with food, which feeds further into the disgust and the cycle gets worse.
i’m down to one pair of jeans…from two only a few weeks ago. a pair of shorts that fit me two weeks ago is strained over my waist and thighs now (in fairness, i made the mistake of putting them in the dryer rather than air drying them like usual).
this extra weight is not just physical. it’s emotionally heavy too, and i feel pretty low all the time because of it. i can sense it all the time, and it’s this constant burden in the back (or often, in the forefront) of my mind.
interestingly, despite perceiving myself as an utter failure, lard-ass, fat, disgusting pig, other people do not seem to share this opinion. i’ve had people expressing interest in me without fail any time i go out. strangely this even happens when i’m not all decked out. unfortunately, because of my self-perception, i’m less inclined to reciprocate anything.
it’s been an exercise in self-compassion. i gave myself the semester to get back into functional mode, and swore i would deal with the fat when i had successfully returned to something resembling normality. i often have to remind myself that i have permission to be this way, that a lot of factors influenced where i am now, many of which were out of my control, and that it’s acceptable, given what i’ve been through this year.
but i can’t lie. i will cry tears of joy as i shed this weight. as the constant feeling of fatness wanes and as i am able to fit into my clothes again. as i feel increasingly comfortable in social situations and in less and less clothing. as my sex drive increases with every pound lost and i’m happy to be naked and free, and comfortable at the prospect of actually having sex–on top, with the lights on, for as long as i like.
it will take work. i have to plan out meals for every day over a span of about 2 months (my estimate of how long it will take to get back to my old weight), go grocery shopping regularly and prepare and freeze meals, not drink or go out to eat, and get regular exercise. once i get back into it, it will come off easily. last year i lost 16 lbs in a month and a half or less using this exact regimen. it was a glorious, unbelievable experience and i’m looking forward to doing it again.
and again, i’ll promise myself that i will never get like this again. it’s just that this time, i’m much more aware of the factors that lead me to gain weight. lithium, for one. depression, for two. if i can moderate or eliminate those factors, then i should be able to keep my promise.
my primary goal is to remain emotionally stable, which is one reason i’m taking a vacation from dating. besides the fact that i’m fat and disgusting.