I spend my holidays alone, sometimes without meeting a single person. Food and the TV are my only friends. I don't know why I choose to eat instead of going out and meeting people. However, it is easier to understand now when I have gone up so much in weight. I just want to cry about myself. After work I go home and eat. It gives me awful pangs of conscience. I lie in bed and gobble down sandwiches, cakes and goodies. Every evening I decide that tomorrow I will eat salad instead, but when evening comes it's just the same. Please help me, what can I do?
Sometimes, I dream how my life could be so different. Many have commented that I have a beautiful face. If I wasn't so fat I could be loved, have many friends and live a wonderful life. Such is my fantasy, but can my life ever be like this or will I be permanently enclosed in this mountain of fat? Is this a midlife crisis?
The clinical experience of
Gunborg Palme, certified psychologist and certified psychotherapist, teacher and tutor in psychotherapy.