When I was about six or seven years old, my mother brought me with her to her weight loss group meetings and signed me up. I remember I was the "Biggest Loser" one week and I was so proud. Everyone clapped. I got a crown.
I'm not sure that it was a good idea to put a chubby little girl in a weight loss group. I was chubby, yes, but looking back at pictures, I was not even a little "obese". I probably would have grown out of it and went on to live a happy healthy life instead of being obsessed with my weight and my appearance for literally, as long as I can remember.
The sole value I've ever put on myself was on how I looked, which I have never been happy with - ever. I think there was major damage done in my brain back then, and even though I know how silly it is to think some of the crap I think, I really can't help it.
The first time I stepped on a scale to compete with grown women to see who had lost the most weight that week, I was nowhere close to being old enough to process that properly. The more weight lost, the better! You got a prize! The lower the number you weighed, the better! More prizes! I was a baby for cryin' out loud.
I'm no shrink, but I'm pretty sure that's where my lifelong hatred for my own body started. My whole life, I've hovered about 15 pounds above the healthy weight range for myself. I've binged and purged, I've starved myself, I've gone on crash diets, I've worked out like a maniac, I've tried the old fashioned 'eat healthy and exercise method' (which works the best, btw) and when I fall off the wagon, I fall hard.
I am now the proud mother of two beautiful girls and I do not want them to model my behavior, and I do not want them to share the same attitude towards their bodies as I have towards mine, so I need to change things.
I'm hoping this group can be a good source of support to help me stay on my path towards a healthy weight, a healthy brain towards my body, and a happier overall "me".
It's on people. Now, I need to find me a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.