I don't know if I really went into this before but the weight loss thing I was doing was a total bomb. It was this 12-week course where I, along with some other people, learned how to eat properly. But I was already able to do that. I'm an effective dieter. I'm just having trouble sticking to a diet at the minute. That didn't address the root cause. At least, not the real one.
So about a month or so ago I went back to my doctor and asked him if there was anything else we could do. He presented me with two options; the first was a different, more intense weight management course. This one would address the root cause and was liable to involve therapy to do such a thing. The other option was to have my stomach stapled. I didn't like the sound of being operated on and I don't think I want to go through with something like that anyway. My GP told me that it's basically irreversable. The fuck would I want to deliberately do that to my stomach for? My GP agreed and told me that kind of thing was a last resort. Something to consider if the first option failed me.
When you ask for therapy in the UK, or you're doing something that will contain therapy, you're presented with a questionnaire to fill out. It's a pretty simple affair; there's a list of statements and you have to mark how much you agree each one applies to you. There was also a separate one on eating and weight loss.
Without going into too much detail I'm pretty sure I'll be back in therapy as part of this thing. The higher your score on the survey the more messed up you are, to put it simply. I scored kinda high. Much higher than the last time I took this kind of thing, which was when I went into Cognitive Behavioural Therapy a year or two ago.
At least if there is some kind of mental barrier to my weight loss we can work past it. It does seem like no matter what I tell myself, no matter how much I tell myself I can't eat something, I just don't listen.
This thing is so intense that it's one-to-one sessions and there's also a waiting list. My first appointment isn't until the start of October. I'll let y'all know what happens. Coincedentally October is also when I plan to start driving lessons. I was going to start them this month but I overspent a little while on holiday. So I'm going to save up along September to pay for lessons in October.
Provided I can stop fucking eating.