When I stepped on the scales at my annual physical, I realized that I have gained back a large portion of the weight I lost in my weight management program a few years back. In the face of this sad reality, I have two choices:
1) I can feel ashamed, try to hide this news from myself, get depressed, and gain back the rest.
2) I can admit it to myself and do something about it.
The first option is tempting because it’s so much easier, but I’m going for the second. It’s time to face up to the facts: after losing all that weight and being convinced I would never gain it back because it cost so much to lose it in terms of time, effort, and most of all, money, I need to realize that my issues with food run deep!
Here is how I know I need help:
1) I eat when I’m stressed.
2) I eat when I’m happy.
3) I eat when I’m sad.
4) I eat when I’m mad.
5) I eat to celebrate big changes and grieve others.
6) On and on.
And I’m talking about over-eating here, the kind of eating where your hand is just slightly out of the control of your brain and picks up food and puts it in your mouth even after your body has plenty of calories and nutrients.
So, I’m writing about all this here, in the hope that there are others like me out there who might want to share their thoughts—in the form of a comment or a guest blog post—especially if they have found things that have helped them make big mental breakthroughs.
Here’s my plan for tackling this:
1) I’m going to start reading those books that have been sitting idly on my shelf, i.e. books with titles like Women, Food and God, or Feed Me, or Thin for Life.
2) I’m going to admit to myself that I need some therapy because I’m tired of feeling out of control and I’m tired of acting like I’m not.
3) I’m going to take steps toward getting my body back in shape by trying to eat less and taking a beginning yoga class, since my sister-in-law and Annice both tell me that it’s great for both strengthening muscles and relieving stress.
4) I’m going to make myself not set goals I can’t reach, and I’m not going to feel shame about any of this. My mantra is going to be: “You can do this. One day at a time!”
5) (It seems good to have a five-step plan!) Any time I make any headway, I’m going to try to make myself take a breath and pat myself on the back, since if I don’t congratulate myself on the little steps, the big steps might never happen.
If you have reactions, please comment or send us a blog piece. I know I can’t be the only over-50 woman who wonders how it is even possible that she is still dealing with this crap!