My boyfriend and I split up. It’s been horrible. Now, not only do I have low motivation generally, I’ve now lost part of the motivation to try to get fit in the first place. It’s terrible admitting how much wanting to look good for my other half was an influence in my decision to exercise.
I feel like maybe I didn’t try hard enough. He’s constantly complained about my mood swings, laziness, the way I get so tired I faint if I do anything. I suppose I got fed up of having to pretend not to be bone tired, having to shoulder more of the financial burden and feeling like he was going to leave me, sooner or later, for a slim woman who doesn’t black out.
It’s a horrible feeling and all I feel like doing in crawling inside an ice cream tub.