Showing posts with label Battle of the Bulge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Battle of the Bulge. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

I Was a Fat Kid.....

Last night as I was getting in bed my husband said to me, “I think you gained 5 pounds but I think I gained 3 pounds.”

Is he an ass, or is he just being observant?

Body dysmorphic disorder is “a type of chronic mental illness in which you can't stop thinking about a flaw with your appearance — a flaw that is either minor or imagined. “ However, I think there is a different class of people- the formerly fat kids- who also suffer from a type of body image issue.

I was the fat kid. The kid no one would sit next to. The kid who was put on a diet and not allowed to have ice cream when her brothers got ice cream. Yet nothing my parents said or did helped me stop eating. I had a sweet tooth, and I ate endless amounts of candy. I knew I didn’t want to be fat. But my almost magnetic attraction towards candy overpowered any voice of reason that might have echoed in my head.

When I was 13 I got this book from the library, called “total girls wellness guide” or something like that, and it marked a turning point in my eating and weight issues. This book explained that how much you weighed depended on what you did over time. It also said that exercise could help you lose weight but that if you hadn’t been doing it at all, you should start slowly and build up.

This gentle, incremental approach was beneficial for me, but when I was 15 I became really obsessed with my weight and my body. I hated my body. I felt betrayed by my body. I wanted to be Barbie. Every calorie was counted. I started jogging long distances. I got down to 140 pounds (I’m 5’ 8” so that is a healthy weight for me). But I realized that I was so obsessed with food and exercise, that it had completely taken over my life.

When I started college and started working, my priorities changed. I worried less about not putting to many calories in my mouth and more about just having the money to buy food at all. My weight bounced around in college from a low of 155 to a high of 180. I never took up the obsessive diet or exercise again, but I was watchful. I made sure I didn’t get too big.

The problem is that the voice of criticism in my head was never really silenced. I still worry about getting explosively fat. I still eat things that I don’t necessarily like because I want to manage my weight. Come on, salad is not as much fun as nachos! Everyone knows it’s true! What about you? Have you struggled with your weight? Or do you constantly feel you have to battle negative self-talk about how you look? What have you found useful in improving your body image?

If you are looking for resources to help you improve your self-esteem and body image, womenshealth.gov has some great information about how to cultivate a positive image at this URL: http://www.womenshealth.gov/bodyimage/

Monday, January 10, 2011

Battle of the Bulge

I had been pretty good about keeping my New Year’s resolution to not go to the gym because of my fear of overcrowding. Tonight I went in and there were mad people everywhere, so I came home and rode my bike and did my physical therapy exercises.

This past week I ran into a colleague in the kitchen and she and I struck up a conversation around overweight and weight loss. The Jenny Craig commercials are starting to drive me batty and we were discussing why people want a quick fix for their overweight and how we trick ourselves into thinking fad diets can work. She really is religious (it would seem) in her adherence to her diet. Every time I am in there with her she is mixing salad greens with non-fat cottage cheese and non-fat dressing. I, on the other hand stray from the path. This past Thursday night I made hamburgers and since that didn’t satisfy my craving I made a follow up visit Friday night to the local Five Guys. Ummmm, umm, umm! It was like I died and went to burger heaven! Every delicious bite with extra pickles bursting in my mouth. I heard that as you age, your metabolism slows down and let me tell you, I am not looking forward to that! Saturday, I made pancakes for breakfast and then we made roast leg of pork for dinner. Mr. J got out his marinade and “meat tools” and got his leg of pork worked up to garlicky perfection. I did force myself to bike for 30 minutes on Saturday, but I had taken of Friday and I also took off Sunday. Mr. J. loves watching television, so I have to fight that temptation.

“Come snuggle with me,” he says.

How can I resist that kind of temptation? Another 5 minutes on the bike? I’m not so sure I really care that much. The battle of the bulge, people. I keep fighting it day after day.