by kirstykay » Wed Apr 18, 2018 10:31 am
So, I think I'm realizing that I am not on a weight loss journey, really. In reality, I am in the process of finding PEACE. I am on a path to making my peace with food and my body. This is a process. A long one. But I am seeing progress, and I am redefining my goals in the process, and things are becoming clearer to me for the first time in a long time.
Since originally losing 100 pounds with McDougall 6 or 7 years ago (my timeline is fuzzy and I'm too lazy to figure it out) and then gaining back half of it...even while I was losing it...I was in a constant cycle between indulging and restricting. I was either "being perfect" on my plan, or I was totally off bingeing and sneaking fast-food and other crap. (It's embarrassing to admit this.) Every time I would get off track and start to gain weight, I would panic and go on some kind of a restrictive diet or fast - it started with juicing and I even did some total water fasts and obsessive exercising, and I lost weight...until I couldn't stand it anymore and then I would go off the rails and start gaining again, and start the cycle all over...until the shame overwhelmed me and then I would restrict again, and on and on. It was exhausting! I know this is not a new story. Many people struggle with this. I am not alone. However, I felt so much shame, I think, because I KNEW better. I know that this WOE works, and that it's not a plan of perfection or restriction. But I could never seem to make myself stop using it like just another diet.
I've been dieting my WHOLE LIFE! I specifically remember sneaking food as a child. Lots of it. I remember the shame of being a pudgy kid, and having the adults in my life monitor what I ate, and having the kids at school ostracize me because I was fat. As a young teen I learned how to diet and manipulate my weight by not eating, and I got thin and got friends, and life was good as long as I was being "good" on my diet. Except I couldn't keep it up, so the cycle started and has continued for the last 35 years. I'm afraid it's ingrained in my psyche. It is imprinted on my being. I'm not being dramatic here (okay, maybe a little), but just making the point to myself that this is no small thing. I'm trying to change the way I've behaved my entire life.
My point is, I came here this time to lose weight, yes, but more importantly, I have been on a quest for the last couple of years, not for the perfect numbers on the scale, but for PEACE. I need to make my peace with food and with my body. I am on a journey to do that. It is arduous and long and windy and unclear. I don't really know what I'm doing, but I refuse to spend my 50s being tormented and struggling for some elusive perfection like I did as a teenager and young adult and a 30-something. I'm getting too old for this. I'm tired, and I KNOW there is a better way. I am determined to find PEACE. That's what this journey is about for me now. Yes, I absolutely want to be a healthy weight. I want to have normal blood sugars consistently, I want to be active and age gracefully. But more than anything else, I want out. I am officially getting off the roller-coaster. I am declaring my self-hatred and self-flagellation a thing of the past. I want to care for myself as well as I've cared for all the people in my life that I love. (thanks for that, Anna Green)
I have a wonderful boss who I admire so much. I've worked with her for almost a year now, and she is a leader like no one I've ever met. She has a habit of gathering our team together daily and finding what it is we can celebrate. What are our "wins" are. She never, ever dwells on the negatives or the short-comings of the team or of individuals. If someone or something needs correcting, she calls it a "coaching moment" or a "learning opportunity." She quickly admits her own mistakes and shakes them off in the same way. I'll often hear her say, "well, that was a learning opportunity for me." She is not Pollyanna. She holds us all to a high standard, and has high expectations, and doesn't tolerate laziness or substandard work. But she learned somewhere along the way to inspire instead of criticize; to focus on the positives instead of highlight the negatives. I always feel good about myself and my performance when I interact with her. Everyone loves and respects her and does their best work for her because she creates an environment where it feels good to do so. I have a lot to learn from her.
In that vein, moving forward, I am going to find things to celebrate on this journey. I am going to record my "wins" and celebrate them. I will no longer waste time dwelling on and criticizing my short-comings or areas I need to improve, but will instead see them as "learning opportunities" and move on.
So, here are the WINS I'm celebrating at this point in my journey:
I haven't quit or given up, despite this being a life-long battle for me. I am strong and determined and tenacious.
I weigh 60 pounds less than I did a decade ago.
I weigh 20 pounds less than I did this time last year.
I am a really good cook. I've learned how to make delicious, healthy, vegan food that my husband loves to eat and brags about; and I regularly get compliments from non-vegans who eat it.
I no longer take medication for diabetes, and, although not in the non-diabetic range yet, my numbers consistently run about 100 points less than they did a year ago.
I raised three healthy kids who don't struggle with their weight or have any food or body issues.
My blood pressure, heart rate, and cholesterol are in normal ranges, and I take no medication for anything.
I can easily walk 3-4 miles in an hour because I no longer suffer from debilitating knee pain.
I successfully work a physically demanding job that has me on my feet 6-8 hours a day, and I keep up with the much younger team members who I supervise.
I am prepared with healthy food for today and feel positive about my continuing on this journey.
WOW! That's a lot to celebrate! When I focus on how far I've come, I feel excited for where I'm going and I am confident that I will regain not only my health, but build a new relationship with food and with my body.
"Remember, It's the food." ~Dr. McDougall