A little about this blog

I wasn't born fat. I didn't even live most of my childhood as a fat kid. It wasn't until I started going through puberty that I started putting on weight, and it really wasn't until I got into college that I started packing it on. Fat certainly doesn't happen overnight, and it doesn't go away overnight, either. I'm on a journey to accept myself for who I am, accept my body and its' flaws, and move toward becoming a healthier person overall.

Saturday, March 01, 2014

Please Don't. (Because I'm Happy)

     Ok, so I got down to a size 18 on top and 16 on the bottom.  Not unusual for a Woman with Extreme Bosom.  If I had a normal chest size, I'd have been more even.
That's where I stopped and stalled.  I know why I did it, I went back for a refresher on the hypnosis and I'm set back to 0 so I can start losing again and get to the goal.
     I lost sight of the fact that I am not on a diet.  I am changing my lifestyle.  I'm changing from someone who eats a lot of sugar and processed foods to someone who eats lean protein, vegetables, and at some point in the future some occasional starch.  I'm drinking water, sparkling water, tea and coffee.  Alcohol is also no longer part of my life.  These things are important to my physical and mental well-being.  They make me happy and help me maintain control of a little bit of the chaos in my life.
     Why is it that when someone starts taking care of themselves, other people feel compelled to push for details? One of the "rules" is that I'm not supposed to step on a scale and weigh myself.  I'm FINE with that.  I hate the scale, have always hated the scale, precisely because I could be in a size 16, and weigh 220 pounds, which is 60 pounds more than most people who are a size 16 weigh.  I'm a bit of a tank, with 22 inches from shoulder point to shoulder point, and size 11 feet.  I'm only 5'6" tall, (I'm certain I was supposed to be 6' tall.) so I'm somewhat broad.  I'm good with that.  I'm strong.  I know in my heart that the numbers on the scale mean NOTHING other than how much pull the Earth has on me.  So you could say I'm well grounded. :) (My husband says he wouldn't, but he's smarter than that and knows I'd remove some of his body parts if HE said it.)
     There are other things people who think they are "helping" try to do.

  • "Oh, you don't want that." (when I notice there are sugary baked goods in the office, or candy in the bowls.)
 Yes, I might want some.  I'm not going to HAVE some.  My like of sweet foods hasn't gone away - it's just that I understand exactly what that sweet and fat laden coffee cake is going to do to my blood sugar and body, and I don't want THAT, so I'm not going to eat any.  So stop telling me what I do and do NOT want. Your telling me I don't want that usually has the opposite effect and makes me want to prove you wrong! (Welcome to My Stubborn Streak, otherwise known as Oppositional Defiance Disorder.) Your comment is not necessary.  If I see it and make a comment on how good it smells, you can ignore my comment or if you agree it smells good, say so!  Treat it like you would if I wasn't avoiding sugar.

  • "C'mon, a cheat day won't kill you."
No, it won't kill me. Yet.   It will set me backwards on my goal.  My plan has specific rules, cheat days aren't part of my plan.  I know my own strengths, and very much know my weaknesses.  I just can't do "cheat" days.  I am in the stage where I must treat sugar like a drug or alcohol addiction.  I know I'm powerless over it, I give my will over to a higher power, and I just don't do it.
As someone I respect and admire said in a message to me, "You are either all in or all out."  For my health and sanity, I must remain "all in."
  • "But I bought your favorite (insert sugary sweet thing here)!"
Thank you.  I appreciate that you were thoughtful enough to include me in whatever celebration/kiss up to the other denizens of the office/make up for a screw up/grazing day shenanigans that are going on.  (really, that was not meant as sarcasm.)  I even appreciate the fact that you know exactly what cookie/cake/candy is my weakness.  What I don't appreciate is that I have very politely declined your offering, and explained that I am not eating sweets at this point.  And yet you persist, because somehow your money and efforts to appease or entice are far more important than my efforts to live a healthier life.  
The other half of that is, if you are paying that much attention to the things that are my weaknesses, why not pay attention when I say I'm not eating them anymore?

  • "You are choosing to do this.  It's not as if you have Celiac/Crohn's Disease/Deathly Food Allergies/insert medical diagnosis here."
People who follow a gluten free diet or have specific food allergies are also choosing not to eat those foods.  The consequences for not following their specific plans range from mild stomach illness to severe pain and even death! There is nothing, short of having your jaw wired shut and being fed through IV or other means, that prevents you from eating anything you want to eat, except for your free will and awareness of what's in the food.
When people started showing up with nut allergies, it was mostly up to them (or their parents) to manage their allergy, by finding out what items contain nuts (or peanuts) and avoiding them as much as possible. This gradually evolved into schools banning peanut butter or nut products from school cafeterias in many locations to protect the few children who are deathly allergic to nuts from an accidental ingestion.  People with Celiac and Crohn's used to have a very hard time convincing people that this was a real thing with real consequences, and now you see Gluten Free items all OVER the place!
I'm not asking for special consideration.  I'm asking for the SAME consideration you would give someone who is following an EXTREME gluten free diet would ask for.  If I ask, for example, that the office lunch be from a place where I can order a salad instead of a sandwich, pizza, or other food I am choosing not to eat, please respect that as much as you respect our co-worker who has Celiac.  If I ask not to participate in the office pot luck, please don't make a big thing out of it.  I admire that you see it as a team building exercise, but can we find something to do that doesn't involve FOOD?  Don't try to guilt me into participating, and please don't allow my co-workers to do the same.
And by the way, I do have a medical diagnosis.  I'm MORBIDLY OBESEMORBIDLY.  Do you understand what the word MORBIDLY means?  It means my obesity can have deadly consequences if I don't take action and get lighter.

So really, if you encounter me in a food situation, and you find yourself devolving to one of these behaviors, please, please don't.

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