Food for thought
Well, I can now see the end of this journey in sight. And it has given me something to think about...
The reason I have had this long-term success with my weight loss is that my attitude to lifestyle has completely changed. Yes, there is still a long way to go, but really my entire 'relationship' with food has been transformed.
It is now necessary to put '...' round 'relationship'. I used to have a 'relationship' with food. Now, I don't really. Except on very rare occasions, for the first time in 27 years, food is just food. It is fuel, and it tastes lovely, but that is it, for the most part.
And a week staying with other females my own age has taught me my habits and beliefs about myself and about food are now much more healthy than those of many other women - even the slim ones.
And yet - I am Still Fat. When people look at me, they still see a fat girl. And not just slightly chubby, but seriously overweight. With 40 pounds lost, I am still around the 'start weight' of many of the 'real life successes' in weight loss magazines.
Personally, I feel like a huge success. But I imagine others view me as unattractive, lacking self-control, someone who 'would be pretty if only she lost a bit of weight'. Someone to be judged - to be pitied or patronised, depending on the individual doing the judging. Someone whose opinions on health and weight issues are not worth soliciting.
Ok, realistically, I know I am projecting my own feelings about my weight onto others. Most people probably don't think that at all. However, with the way weight issues are viewed in our society, some probably do.
So what do I do? Do I apologise for myself every time I meet someone new, or want to take part in a simple discussion about nutrition or exercise? Do I say 'well, actually, I have lost 40 pounds - and I know I still have a long way to go, but...'
No, of course I don't. Because that would look pathetic. And also, more importantly, I am ashamed. I do not want anyone to know that once, I was even bigger than I am now. I want to brush the whole thing under the carpet. Take the photos off Facebook, get one of those fancy Men In Black memory wiper thingummywotsits and use it on all my friends...in short, pretend I was never fat.
Because, to me, fat = weak. Fat = pathetic. Fat = out of control.
And I don't want people to think I am any of those things. I want people to think I am successful in everything I do, that I would never have the kind of problems that, well, just aren't acceptable.
And this pride is a bad thing. Because I was overweight. It is a part of my life. And I should not be ashamed of it.
Like many other people, I like to hope my life could, one day, be perfect. And goodness knows, I don't want other people to think it isn't perfect already. I constantly compare myself with others, and feel I come up short. I believe I should have the smooth, easy and successful progress through life I see my friends having - the top degree, the high-powered job, the staggering general knowledge...and the slim, healthy body. The reason I don't? I am simply Not Good Enough.
And yet, life isn't perfect. Not for anyone.
When I go to weddings, read about my classmates in the alumni newspaper, even chat to my friends, I am getting the edited version of their lives. The successes highlighted, the less proud parts cut out.
I know this because everyone has problems. And because when I go to a wedding, and recite my potted history of the last five years, I also do a fair bit of creative cutting and pasting.
My friends probably even think my life is more 'perfect' than theirs.
Or they would...if I could just hide the fat.
But that's OK. I have sorted out my eating problems, and I doubt I will ever regain a significant amount of weight without taking action.
So soon, when the excess weight is (finally) gone, I will be able to pretend it never happened in the first place.
Phew.
But actually, that would be a real shame.
Because it would just help perpetuate the myth that life can be perfect. That some people are better than others. That those who don't succeed in everything they do are simply Not Good Enough.
And I don't really think that is true. I may judge myself harshly, but I don't believe anyone else with a weight problem is pathetic.
And more than that, I think I have a lot to offer to people who are still struggling to find some peace around food. I have learned so much over the past ten months. It has changed who I am and it means I have some great advice to give.
If I sweep away all my experiences as 'a fat girl', if I pretend it all never happened, I can never do that.
And if I am not willing to be open with others, I will never get the chance to challenge some of society's beliefs about why people become overweight.
So I owe it to myself - and to others with weight problems - to be brave about this. To be prepared to talk about myself and my problems not with apologies, not with shame, but with directness and honesty.
I owe it to myself to see my weight gain as just another of life's problems, not something to be ashamed of.
I owe it to myself to be proud of what I have achieved.
And so I owe it to myself - and everyone else I know who is struggling with weight - not to pretend all this never happened.
Rach xxx 


