To a certain extent this worked. Certainly my binges since then haven't been as intense or uncomfortable, but I do still binge. I still am working on having a normal relationship with food, whatever that is. But mostly the part of the Overcoming Overeating program that I couldn't wrap my brain around was the self-acceptance part. In order for it to work, you just have to love and accept yourself as you are. It's not about weight loss, it's about acceptance, and through that you won't overeat because you won't need the comfort that comes from food; you will be able to comfort yourself in healthier ways. Right. So that's where they lost me.
I am more than overweight, I am in fact obese, according to my BMI and all the weight charts. Being obese is a risk factor of heart problems, high blood pressure, diabetes and a host of other issues. When I am overweight, I have limited range of motion; I have trouble doing physical activities; I have trouble sleeping (sleep apnea and snoring are problems of the obese). And of course, when I'm obese I hate my body. OK, so maybe I could just get over that, and maybe I should, but even if I were to do that it wouldn't change the fact that being overweight is not as healthy as being in a suitable weight for my height.
I know I can't ever be model thin. I don't actually want to be. And as my husband says, why would I ever want to be? Still, there are many good reasons to not be obese, which I am right now. So it's hard for me to jump on a bandwagon that promotes enhancing your self-esteem over losing weight (OK, I'm over simplifying...) I know (theoretically) that I am more than my weight/shape/body, and I know that my life won't suddenly be all sunshine and flowers when I reach my goal weight. (Well, there is some question about that, considering it's been so long since I've weighed that low: maybe it is all sunshine and flowers.... just kidding) Unfortunately, the benefits of being a healthier weight aren't as concrete as the benefits of eating something yummy.
Anyway, my point in this post is to mention some of the lesser known problems of being obese, like cracked feet. My husband was talking about cracked feet the other day and he said it was a fungal thing. Naturally I wanted to contradict him, (what, you don't do that?) so I looked it up. Turns out one cause of cracked feet skin is weight gain. Now, of course I can't remember what my feet used to look like, and I've been this weight before, so my cracking feet may be due to something else. Whatever it takes, baby: I'm losing weight so my feet get smoother! Now that is a goal I can get behind!
3 comments:
Increasing your water in take will make you lose weight, and clear up cracking dry area's of the body If it is not a fungus.
You are what you are on the inside.
My mother when I was young was thin and very good looking. She always told me "that most people think I am a short brunette. I am realy a tall, willowly blonde" and she carried herself that way.
To prove you are tall and willowly you must beable to reach high things(standing on toes) moving things to high places lets you show off this willowly skill.
To stand very erect and balance a book on your head shows you are a lady and take all of your core muscles to preform this trick.
Kicking higher then your head to show off those long willowly legs takes muscles and cordination.
What does all of this mean You lve up to your mental picture of yourself no matter what it takes & if you can get your kids to buy into it they will encourage your to enter the comation "I can kick higher then you!" "I can balance the book and walk longer then you"
playtin=me,exercise,bonding who know. NOt Me.
I think the problem is my mental picture is a troll. Perhaps I need to work my way up the chain to an elf or a brownie, then I can aspire to look like a fairy. If only I had wings it would make the mental imaging easier...
Seriously, good points. It is all about attitude, and how what you feel contributes to how you hold yourself. I feel like a beaten dog, so I present myself like a person who wants comfort and sympathy instead of someone who deserves better. I just wish my mind and my psyche/ego were on better speaking terms. Being the go-between for them is so tiring!
During Nursing School I found out that you can talk to yourself and answer yourself as long as you know who is talking. So when the winnie me Said "NO YOU CAN'T" .Lois's daughter said "SHUT-UP I CAN DO ANYTHING I WANT MY MOTHER SAID SO AND SHE DID."
log story short tell the Troll to shut-up and let the woman who fight her way through the Nepal addoption process do the talking for awhile. She is one strong self conficent person
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