self care

Am I the only one?

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This time of year, according to the “rules of life”, we’re supposed to be happy, give until it hurts, and eat tons of sweets and dinners. We’re supposed to treasure our loved ones and have fun with them. But what if you don’t have good memories of your family? What if they always hurt you?

I used to feel very, very guilty because I didn’t want to be around my family during the holidays. I don’t have any happy memories from Christmas. All I remember is being told I ate too much and was too fat. It was rough. There they were making all of this food: ham, turkey, rolls, sweet potato casserole, dozens of cookies, red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, and more. It surrounded me. I don’t remember games, singing Christmas carols, never had a white Christmas, or feeling validated. I remember being told I couldn’t have this cake or that cookie. I grew up equating food with being good and loved. So, when I wasn’t allowed to have the food, I thought I was unworthy and unwanted. A nuisance. A waste of space.

What did I do in response? Of course, I snuck food into my room. Gorged on everything I could find, whether I liked it or not. All that mattered was filling the empty space in my soul. I thought I could do it with food. I really, really tried to fill up my soul. I thought if I just ate enough all the pain and emptiness would go away. It was also a way to try to exert some control over my life. It was like bailing out a sinking ship with a seive. Not very effective. In fact, it only made things worse.

Do I still have issues with the holidays? Yes. Even though the people that hurt me so much are no longer around, I now feel guilty because I don’t want them around. You’re supposed to love spending holidays with your family, aren’t you? At least, that is what I always see on all the media. You’re a bad person if you aren’t with your family or don’t want to be around them.

I am so tired of that. I have learned to understand that you don’t have to let others hurt you to earn love. In fact, you shouldn’t have to earn love that way. If they hurt you, they don’t love you, no matter what they say. The love the power they have over you. They don’t deserve that. You deserve to be happy. Content. Serene.

Now, instead of eating 2 dozen sugar cookies in 5 minutes, I’ve learned to write my feelings out. Thanks to therapy, I know it’s OK not to want to be around people that hurt you, no matter what everyone else says. When I do a behavioral chain analysis of my binge eating, I often find that the beginning of the binge is thinking of my family and my past experiences with them. So, how to handle it?

I now stop, allow myself to feel, tell myself it is OK, I am a good person and I deserve to be happy. I tell my inner child that we are safe. No one is going to hurt us. Is it easy to stop and do this? Not always. Some days I can’t manage it at all. But, the good news is that now it works more often than not. I’ve learned to be mindful. Accept, don’t expect. Let go of judgements. See the good and beauty in every moment. I manage this about 80% of the time. The other 20% I have my old demons coming back to control me. Yet, those periods of pain/sorrow/self-hate/dejection are getting shorter and shorter. I don’t always run to the food to try to numb my feelings or fill the hole. It has taken me a lot of work to get here. I have more to do. I accept that I am a human being with all the beauty, feelings, thoughts, flaws, and miracles that it entails. Life is not always good. Sometimes it is rough and tries you. You can’t control what others do or what happens around you. You have to learn to accept it, deal with it or let it go, and move on.

This Christmas, I will be having my half-brother come to see me for Christmas Eve and Christmas Dinner. Our mother died 2 years ago. His father died this past summer. I am his “second momma”. He is 21 years younger than me. I feel good about him coming. I am looking forward to cooking for him. I want to make his Christmas a good one, even though I didn’t have good ones. I’m moving on. I’m creating peace and fulfillment for myself by creating a new Christmas tradition. One in which food is still there, but it is not controlling me. I can eat the cookies, cake, ham, and such with moderation. I can enjoy and not lose control. It will necessitate being mindful and accepting what is, not expecting what isn’t. I can do it. I will do it.

Oh Wow, It’s Gobble-gobble Time Again!

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Well, here it is, the holiday dedicated to over eating. What am I going to do to keep it under control?

Well, first of all, I have the advantage that I’m not going to my family to eat. It will be lonelier, but I can avoid 5 tons of food being pushed into my face. So, I’ll take it. My husband and I will have a small dinner that I make so I control it and will be able to make sure that the food is healthy and fresh and homemade.

That’s another thing I’m doing to manage it. I’ll make food in healthier ways. Less fat. More fiber. I will be able to control just how much food is available, too. No mountains of potatoes or dressing. I’ll make enough for us and a couple more meals over the weekend. Not enough to feed a whole hoard of people.

My WW coach always tells us to cope ahead and plan what we will eat. She also says to have islands on your plate, not continents. I am coping ahead by avoiding temptation and the stress of dealing with my family. I’ll also rehearse just what I’ll put on my plate. These skills give me more control and make me pro-active, not reactive. It will help me keep things smooth and calm. As a result, I’ll enjoy the day, but I won’t regret it.

I’ve had the Thanksgiving where Mammaw pushed 5 kinds of potatoes, deviled eggs, ham, turkey, coleslaw, green beans, corn, homemade rolls, pies, and red velvet cake. I’d eat until it hurt and keep going. Afterwards, I’d feel stuffed, ugly, guilty, and miserable. She didn’t mean to make me unhappy or hurt me, but that was how she showed her love, and not going along with it would have broken her heart. So, it was a choice between her pain and mine. She’s gone now, so I don’t have to worry about hurting her feelings any more. I’m not sure how I would handle her now. I know that eating like that only hurts me. I work hard not to do it. I have learned to take care of myself, finally. Setting boundaries and plans for healthy goals.

Not seeing my family is bittersweet. I feel envious of those who have big family get togethers because that is what I’ve been told my whole life is the way it should be. At the same time, I feel relief and freedom from not having to do as they want me to, not having to be the obedient daughter who does as she’s told and puts everyone else first no matter what it does to her.

The first year we stayed home for Thanksgiving, I felt a lot of grief and guilt. I was letting the family down. I wasn’t being the dutiful daughter. But as time passed, I came to see that they were doing just fine without me there. I don’t think they even missed me, to be honest. I felt better about myself because I wasn’t having to play 20 questions about why I didn’t have children and how much I weighed. That was all they ever seemed to care about. Not that I could create lovely crafts and cook good food or take care of myself or my successes. I stopped gaining 20 tons of guilt and 10 pounds of weight because of Thanksgiving.

Now, I am thankful and feel gratitude for my independence. My skills I’ve learned to take care of myself. My own home. My husband. My things. I know it’s OK not to hurt yourself to make someone else feel good. You aren’t being bad or selfish when you take care of yourself. You are being wise and planning for a better future.

Should I quit or continue?

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I’m experiencing the dreaded plataeu. And I’m having trouble not being resentful of all the things I don’t allow myself to eat any more. It’s a tough time of year to be working on controlling your eating and your weight. My WW leader calls it the trifecta. I didn’t succumb to the Halloween candy, but I am finding it hard to not binge on cheeseburgers, pastries, and such as I used to a couple years ago. So, time to evaluate and motivate!

First, what is it I am feeling resentful of? Simple, other people seem to eat whatever they want in any amount that they want and don’t get fat. I’m tired of portion control and healthy choices. It doesn’t seem fair that I can’t just eat as much as I want of whatever I want. Now, to examine that problem.

Is it true that everyone else is eating unlimited amounts of whatever they please without consequences? No. Most people have a built in limit to what they eat. They don’t have to clean their plates to feel like they have eaten. Some of them work-out a lot. Some people have tricks that let them eat and not gain. People without portion control and activity do gain weight.

Is the outcome worth the effort? I think so. If I use a DBT tool and do pro’s and con’s, controling eating comes out ahead. There are way more reasons to stick with it. 1. I’ll lose weight. 2. Better blood sugar levels. 3. Better cholesterol numbers. 4. Less shame to eating in public. 5. Better life. 6. Fewer aches and pains. 7. Better quality of life. 8. Wear fashionable clothes. 9. Look better. 10. Fit into public places. And more.

To help manage the urges, there are lots of DBT tools. Just Google DBT worksheets and many, many will be available. I like to use urge surfing, distress tolerance like self soothing, Wise Mind, and acceptance. If you like to write out your feelings, print a worksheet and complete it. I have entire pages in my journal where I have worked out my feelings/urges with my own versions of the worksheets. They really help, like sipping a hot cup of tea on a cold, rainy day.

So, resenting unlimited, uncontrolled eating is like being jealous that someone else is swimming with sharks and you aren’t. Personally, I think I’ll avoid the sharks for now. Of course, there are other obstacles that sometimes rear their ugly heads like zombies rising in a cemetary. I’ll talk about those later.

For now, I think I’ll keep working on improving my life with the tools I have developed. Accept that no one reallly eats everything in any quantity that they want and doesn’t get fat. Food shouldn’t be the reason for my life. Feeling good and enjoying life are the reasons for life that I really need to remember when I’m running from those zombies. They only catch me if I slow down and let them.

Time keeps on slippin’ into the future

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I feel like I am stuck in a tar pit. My weight loss has slowed down. It makes me feel like a failure, even though I know I am not. I am down 119 lbs. I still feel like a beached whale when I look in the mirror. I have friends who tell me I look a lot different, but I can’t see it.

Factually, I have evidence that I have lost weight. All of my pants had to be taken in 5-6″. I’m down a shoe size. Clothes that used to be tight, now fit loosely, even my leggings! I fit in public seating now.

I guess it’s the fact that even though I’ve come a long way, I still have quite a distance to go. It seems disheartening, like waking up Christmas morning and not getting anything in your letter to Santa. Or having a stranger make fun of you or talk loudly about how disgusting you are. It hurts and it makes you wonder if you will ever be worthy, good enough, loved.

Of course, I am my own harshest critic. I love myself the least. It isn’t good for me. I know this, but old habits are hard to break and I still hear my parents voices telling me I’m fat, stupid, disgusting, embarrassing, and a failure. Wow, those voices are loud! I know that they were feeling bad about themselves and tried to feel better by claiming to be superior to me. There are even times when I can shut them up. I deserve better.

I need to dig out my journal and do some serious reflection and problem solving. Create a of list of all the good things about me and that I have done. List the things that are hurting me and brainstorming what to do about them. Creating goals and plans to reach them. I know it will help. I just have to bring myself to get the pen to the paper. It’s like I’m wallowing in the self hatred for some reason, like a pig in a mud puddle. I need to be more like a kitten playing with butterflies. Feeling good, happy, alive. I should be proud of myself. I am a successful, functional adult. I help people all the time. I am taking better care of myself. I am feeling better, happier most of the time. I’ve just got to stop getting stuck in the quagmire of my brain. Accept, not expect. Don’t judge. This, too, shall pass.

I’ve got this!

Frustration with slow progress

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I am trying not to let myself get down heartened. I want to lose weight faster, but that just isn’t healthy or sustainable. I know this in my mind, but don’t feel it in my heart. So, how can I remain focused and motivated and keep making progress?

First of all, I need to do some major journaling. Reflecting on the following things: 1) I am over a 100 pounds lighter than I was at this time a year ago; 2) my clothes that I wore last year are way too big now; 3) my body doesn’t hurt like it used to; 4) my doctor is very pleased with all of my progress; and 5) people are really starting to notice.

To do this, I will start by listing all of the good things that are happening now because of how far I have gone. The 5 major things above, and any other little thing I can brainstorm and dump onto the paper. I will note all the positive things I am doing now, like how I care enough to moisturize my skin, which I never did before losing this weight. There are bound to be at least a 100 things. Maybe I’ll list them in my next post.

Secondly, I will evaluate how hard/difficult it is to keep doing what I am doing. I’ll list all the pro’s and con’s for each thing. I will determine whether the pro’s or the con’s are stronger, and adjust my actions accordingly. Kind of making a quilt of strategies and reasons. I’ll probably color code it, because I love color and have to have at least a few hundred pens and markers in my stash. It will help me see what is going on in my life and how I have control over my actions, and earn the outcome.

Third, I will brain dump all the things I hope to do, no plan to do, once I have reached my goal. What would make me satisfied and content? What would make my soul joyous? What would improve my life? I think I’ll make a vision board to support this part of my journaling. I need to help my mind, body, and soul see the good things that will come of continuing my efforts.

’cause let’s face it. Losing weight is a lot of work. I’ve come so far. I’ve never lost this much weight before. I never want to get close to 400 lbs. again. I was miserable and hated life. Now, I actually like life. I want to be alive and do things. I spent most of my life not wanting to be alive. I’ve finally stopped that, quitting a bad habit or getting rid of the security blanket that keeps you wrapped up so tightly that you cannot move. I have to keep working to convince myself that I do need to keep doing things for myself and improve my life. I’m kind of like the old cliche of the butterfly from the cocoon. (I love butterflies, so why not?) I am free to live now, and I want to keep doing it. I’m going to clear my head and find the happiness in what I am doing, stop looking at it like it’s work or a chore. It is what makes me feel good.

The losing battle with food

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Sigh. I have gone from plenty of points on WW to having to stretch them out. Every decade I’ve lost has meant losing a point from my daily allowance. At times, it seems so unfair. I’ve worked hard and come far, but I have to keep working even harder. Is it worth it?

I do feel better. I fit in public places now. I’ve gone from a size 32 to a 28, and those are starting to fall off of me. My husband says I’m even more beautiful (yes, he does wear glasses). I’m rewarding myself with nonfood items. But, I still love food. I’m learning not to use it to fill the empty space inside. I’m learning that if I slow down and pay attention, the food does actually taste good. I’m learning that no one is going to take my food away from me. I’m learning that I won’t run out of food if I don’t eat every bite I can stuff down my throat. There will be more food later, if I actually need it. I’m getting more and more active. I’ve gone from barely a 1,000 steps a day to nearly 5,000 steps a day. All positive things. So why am I bothered that I can’t eat as much as I used to?

Up until the last year, I stuffed myself with all the food I could get, no matter what it tasted like or whether or not it was good for me. I tried to fill the emptiness with the food. I tried to think I was in control and not a food addict. Trust me, the food was calliing all of the shots. So what changed?

I finally found a doctor who was willing to help me lose weight without forcing me to have surgery. I’m on Ozempic, which slows down my appetite; Vyvanse to help me stop the binges. It is worth the upset stomach to have help eating less. Of course, it only hurts when I try to eat too much, so it’s negative reinforcement of my eating behaviors.

These days, I try to eat like a skinny person. Not the one who eats tons and never gains an ounce. The one that doesn’t let food rule them. I have learned, it is true, the first few bites taste the best. If you eat slowly and pay attention to your food, you do get satisfied with a lot less. Taking time to prepare good, healthy food does make you appreciate the good food. If I don’t eat all of my meal, I either save it for lunch the next day or put it in the trash. I once heard at a WW meeting, it either goes to waste or the waist. You don’t have to be a member of the clean plate club. The starving children in the rest of the world won’t be any better off if you eat everything or don’t.

So, back to my original conundrum. Why does it bother me that I am getting 11 fewer points now than when I started? My weekly points have even gone down by 7. That bothers me, too. I know I don’t need to eat as much. There isn’t as much of me to feed. I actually find that I rarely want to stuff myself like I used to. I know I’ll feel better physically and mentally if I eat until I’m satisfied, not full.

What is going on in my head? I suspect that I am feeling rebelious, like a child. Maybe my inner child is the voice in my head throwing a fit about having fewer points. I need to find a way to handle the voice and continue on my journey. I write about it in my journal. I am trying to shift my point of view. Instead of viewing the new point number as a loss, I am trying to train myself to see it in my mind and feel it in my heart as an accomplishment. I’ve worked hard not to need so much food. I am getting there. I’ve lost 110 lbs. so far. That is something I can be proud of. I am succeeding. I am not losing. I am winning.

Move that body

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I have to admit that I have a tough time getting myself to exercise. I’d much rather read a book or do some crafts. But, sitting is the new smoking, so shouldn’t I try to do something about it?

I actually feel good when I work out. The endorphins and the accelerated pulse make me feel physically good. The act of doing the work out makes me feel pride in myself and hope that I will reach my health goals. I even have time to work out. So why do I struggle to keep it going?

As my WW leader says, you can lose weight without exercise, but you’ll never maintain it unless you stay active. I know this is true. So why have I kept working out in bursts and not kept it up? I feel good when I do it, so what reasons do I have to NOT work out?

Some of it comes from my depression and desire to crawl into a nice dark corner and hide from the world. I know people think I’m disgusting to look at because I am fat. I always feel stressed when I eat in front of strangers. I’m sure they are thinking that I don’t need to eat and that I waddle everywhere I go. I just know they think I’m as graceful as a walrus. So you definitely won’t catch me doing a public workout.

So, what to do? First of all, I need to find my own safe place and time to exercise. I need to know I won’t be judged or ridiculed. So, I work out at home, away from prying eyes. Secondly, I have to remind myself that it actually feels good to get my body moving. Remember the endorphins and how well my body can move. Third, remember my goal. I am going to lose another 90-100 lbs. It will take some time, but I will get there. Faster if I keep moving than if I don’t move.

Every morning I walk laps in my house. A couple times a week I hide in my bedroom and workout with weights and pilates. I keep reminding myself that it is good for me. I use cheerleading statements to keep myself going. Music helps maintain my momentum. And I do see progress. I’m down 110 lbs. now. I have worked hard to do it, and I’ll keep on working and moving my body.

Keeping up with the keeping up

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I have been on this weight loss journey most of my life. This time, it seems that I am actually succeeding. I’m down 100 lbs. now. I still have a way to go. So how do I keep it up?

I am focusing on portion control and mindful eating. I allow myself to eat what I am wanting, only I eat it slowly and enjoy it. Then I stop when I’m satisfied, not full. What is the difference?

Well, being satisfied, for me, means that I have enjoyed eating the food. I prepared the food to my own specifications. I focused on the food as I ate. I took time to experience the taste, the scent, the texture. I stop eating when the food stops tasting as good. You know, the first few bites are always the best ones. It used to be that I would keep on eating, chasing that elusive first bite taste. Eating more and more, even after I was full. I’d keep going until it hurt. And I still wasn’t satisfied or fulfilled. All it ended up giving me was a feeling of powerlessness and emptiness, some guilt, and an upset stomach.

I’ve learned that I feel better if I don’t eat until I’m full. I heard somewhere that Japanese people who live really long lives say to stop eating when you’re 80% full. That is what started me on this reasoning. I also did a lot of reading on mindful eating. I learned that taking my time and eating less actually makes the food I do eat taste better. I feel more satisfied and in control. I don’t think that I have to eat it all because there isn’t any more coming or someone is going to take it away from me.

I used to think that I wasn’t allowed to have food. My mom and dad would actually hide food from me. Make me stop eating when they decided I should. I had very little control over my eating habits. I developed some serious issues and an addiction to food. Once I could get food for myself, I ate it all like it was going to disappear. I tried to soothe myself with huge quantities of food. Trying to fill the whole inside. It didn’t work. I finally understand that. I wasn’t in control, the food was.

So, how do I keep it up? I do a lot of reflective writing in my journal. I work through my feelings instead of trying to eat them. I eat mindfully. That means slowly, calmly, attentively, and serenely. I remind myself that I am in control now, not the food or my parents.

I am starting to see a difference in my body and my mind. I feel stronger and more competent. I know I can do this if I keep taking good care of myself and being patient with myself.

What do you do when your mojo has left you behind?

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We’ve all been there. The honeymoon phase of the diet is over. You’re struggling to keep yourself going. So, how do you get past this fork in the road and keep moving toward success?

I have been slowing down the past few weeks. Longing for “forbidden fruit.” I have given in a couple of times, and my progress has slowed down. I have been trouble remembering why it is more important to reach my goal than to treat myself in the short term. So what am I going to do about it?

First, I’m going to remind myself that I am a long way from where I started. I am down 86 lbs. That is not a small achievement. In fact, my doctor said it is extremely rare for someone to lose so much without surgery. I can log onto my WW account and see a graph of my progress. That is encouraging me to keep it up. I’ve come this far, I don’t want to stop now.

Second, I’m going to practice self love. I am making progress. I don’t have to be perfect. No one is perfect. I am doing the best I can with the tools I have. That is all I can ask of myself. It is all anyone can reasonably ask of me.

Third, I’m going to remember what my WW leader says. You have to be able to keep up the changes you make for the rest of your life. So, is it really going to be possible for me to never eat cake or a cheeseburger? Give up bread? Stop drinking fruit smoothies? No more chocolate? Nope. That would be the kind of life that would be long, but not satisfying. I deserve to be healthy, but I also deserve to be happy.

Lastly, I’m going to look at myself. There is room between my belly and the steering wheel now. I am wearing pants that I haven’t worn in 20 years. I’m feeling brave enough to buy lingerie for the first time in 30 years. I am sleeping better. I am moving more, and it doesn’t hurt! I am enjoying life for the first time in as long as I can remember.

So, do I have my motivation back? Yes, I do. I will be mindful and see the beauty and happiness in my life. I will know I am worth the extra time I spend walking and working out and taking care of my body. I will accept that I love cheeseburgers, bread, cake, and chocolate, and that life would be much sadder without them. Can I keep losing weight and still enjoy things that make me happy? Yes, I can.

I’ll keep walking more and more every day. I’ll keep getting the dumbbells out and strengthening my body. I’ll keep moisturizing my skin. I’ll keep eating smaller portions than I used to. I’ll pay attention to my progress and how good I am feeling. I will keep going!

Why is it important to lose weight?

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The answer varies from person to person, but in general it comes down to feeling better and living better, doesn’t it? I am working hard to lose weight because; 1) I’m tired of not fitting into chairs in public, 2) I am tired of having to buy my clothes online, 3) I’m tired of feeling incompetent, and 4) I’m tired of being ashamed. Sadly, my health is well down the line in my list of whys. I bet I’m not alone in that.

We live in a world that tells us if we aren’t a size 0 we’re worthless. I grew up hearing how disgusting I was because I was fat. All that negativity haunts me to this day. Some times I can actually feel pretty for a minute or two. Then, I look in the mirror and see myself and realize I am just a fat blob and that trying to look good is like putting lipstick on a pig.

I used to envy anorexics. I used to think they were the only pretty people. Then one day, I actually looked at them. They never look happy. They don’t look healthy. And they aren’t any prettier than anyone else. So I realized, I can look good and feel good about myself without being a size 0. I’ll never reach that size, even if I starve myself.

I have to have a different why. WW says your why is the key to your success. I think that is true. You have to have something to keep you motivated to take good care of yourself and be healthier. My new why is to feel good about myself, no matter what anyone else says. I am important. I do matter. I can be as happy as I make up my mind to be. Taking good care of myself makes me feel better and gives me a better life. No more punishing myself because I was taught that you have to make yourself miserable to deserve anything good in your life. What a screwy way of thinking!

So what do I mean by taking good care of myself? Eat healthy. Watch the way your food is prepared and how much of it you eat. Drink a lot of water every day. Be more active (my current goal is 30 minutes a day, 5 days a week). Actually clean and moisturize your skin and hair. Meditate and be mindful. Live in the moment and let go of the past and its pain (I journal a lot to accomplish this one).

What is your why? How do you achieve your goal?