@Kodah who said the journey is the destination. So very true.
I have to have goals. It's just the way I'm wired. Rarely is there a great satisfaction in reaching the goal and if the is, it's momentary at best.
I went to a therapist for sexual dysfunction for a while. It didn't help resolve the dysfunction but it did make me realize a few things. I know so little about my body. When the T asked me what I liked, I honestly had no idea. I still don't so I probably never will.
I trust too little and if I try to think what gives me sexual pleasure I only feel overwhelming shame.
My examples of womanhood were so distorted since the two examples were my mother and sister.
They were very provocative and dressed that way. My sister was so bad, when her now grown daughter was in grade school, the principle came out and told her she could not pick up her daughter dressed the way she was. That just made her get worse.
I was often embarrassed to be seen with her and felt guilty feeling that way.
Even way toned down as a teenager, I dressed provocatively, wore too much makeup and said things unknowingly that were come ons.
That got me into a couple of situations where I was forced and I remember so clearly accepting as a fact that men were just going to take what they wanted anyway so there was no sense in saying no.
I never felt my body as a part of Me. Sex equaled power & abuse and I never learned to separate them.
I am at an age now I don't feel so threatened all the time. But when I start eating healthy and exercising, I get to a point the fear starts taking over. I feel threatened when I look good. I feel vulnerable, exposed and unsafe. So the exercise lessens and the binging starts.
I can't be whole and not love and take care of my body. I have never felt comfortable in my skin. I hate my overwheight, out of shape self and fear my healthy body. It's a catch 22.