So I am a southern woman. I was a fat woman. I was also a fat child. When you are large, when you are fat, when you are already overweight …one of the benefits is that you eat what you like honestly. Sure you have those crash diet moments, those “lifestyle change” moments. But when you are off of those moments….you get real, and put food that taste good in your mouth.
Now lets clear up some mythology about food and fat people. There are quite a few of us who do not “live to eat.” There is this idea that all fat people are fat since they are sitting around eating HoHo’s and DingDongs with a Super Gulp of Coke and a side of butter. Not the case. Before my weight loss surgery I had never been able to loose more than 20 pounds off my frame. I worked out, I was on Weight Watchers, I TRIED. However, did I also indulge in foods that I liked though. If you are going to be large, then you might as well not be miserable like everyone else. Eat the cake, Annie Mae…..
So now that I’m off my soapbox, back to being southern. I was on my way into my GA position, and I really really really wanted a biscuit from Hardees (which is Carl’s Jr. for those out on the West Coast). A delicious, flakey, buttery biscuit. Nothing else on it ….just that luscious thing you see above. It’s just….well it’s just a normal breakfast down here.
Do you know what that thing COSTS in Weight Watcher points?! EIGHT points. For ONE biscuit. *passes out on top of her points tracker* Now here is the thing — yes I CAN eat it. That is why I am faithful to Weight Watchers even AFTER having weight loss surgery. You can eat whatever you like — you just must track it. Want a whole bottle of wine — sure thing…but track that sucker. Know you are indulging, well working out will get you some extra points on TOP of your extra 49 weekly points. So yes you really can eat real foods, tasty foods, “bad for you” foods on this plan. [I am not being paid by Weight Watchers, as a matter of fact I pay them.]
However, I did not want to spend those points. I wanted to keep that money in the food bank. So I only got a diet coke, and tried to figure out what I could eat that wasn’t oatmeal (that’s another post for later on this week).
However, this is something that I struggle with. Sometimes I miss being larger, because I never felt guilty for eating a biscuit every now and then. I really did eat lots of veggies. I lived off soups in law school. I actually put better food in my body when I was larger than I do now. Is that partially because I never felt bad about making a kick-ass pot roast with gravy for my friends and I? Is it because I wasn’t concerned with staying thin, so I didn’t feel bad when my friends and I would go to this awesome french bistro (Blue Talon — Williamsburg, VA. Eat there, trust me!) and split a cheeseburger that was served with a fried egg on top, and their mac & cheese with Virginia ham — ending the meal with some decadent french mousse. I saw that meal as a treat, and something I could do on occasion. Now I would worry about gaining weight, not looking as fit as I should, not fitting into my wedding dress, not meeting the worlds expectations.
Yes, one biscuit — one little buttery snack put me in that tailspin. However, upon reflecting on it — should I be that caught up with my weight? Should I be so paranoid that I am flipping out over ONE biscuit?
I’ve started following a wonderful blog/facebook page written by an inspirational woman named Kate: This is Not a Diet — It’s My Life. I’ve asked permission to link a meme that Kate created. It spoke to me so much.
Kate is right. I am a human being, and my weight SHOULD be the least interesting thing about me. I should NOT need charts or measurements to validate me. I should not need a certain number to prove my worth. However, admitted at this point in my life. I still do. That number on the scale, and on my dress still defines me. I still feel as if I would be judged if I decided to move from being a 12 to a 14. What does 12 mean anyhow?! I am so concerned that I flipped out about a tiny little baked good. I was only going to have one. Just one little baked good.
I think that this is a greater problem with the idea of fitness, thinness, and health. I swear I had less health issues when I was heavier. My BP has been borderline lately — it was always normal or even LOW when I was heavier. My knees hurt now sometimes from working out — when I worked out as a larger person I was out of breath maybe but my knees were in tact. I also — most importantly — had more confidence as a larger woman. Now I’m just constantly worried about gaining weight, not looking the part. And, I hate it. I find Kate more inspirational than any fitness icon that exists. Why? Because Kate is real, she is inspiring others to be REAL, and she is actually happy with herself being herself.
I have to stop hating myself over a desire to eat a biscuit. I have to stop thinking that a number on my dress or scale defines my worth. I must stop worrying that I am meeting everyone else’s expectations. This is not me giving myself leeway to gain 50 pounds, but so WHAT if I ebb and flow between one weight and five to ten pounds higher. So what if I never can wear a steady 10? So what? My fiancé loves my thick thighs, he think’s I’m beautiful, and more importantly he loves that I am smart. My family and friends who are really there for me — think I’m awesome. So it’s time that I listen to them, and not others who want to define my abilities and my health through their arbitrary numbers and charts.
So — this is me. In 2008 I weighed 350 pounds. From 2009-today I’ve lost roughly 150 pounds. That is an entire person. That is a WHOLE person. According to the charts, I am still overweight. I am 5’9, and I wear anywhere from a size 10-14, size M-L — and I weigh around 208lbs currently. No matter what that chart says, I am fitter than I have ever been. I need to be happy with how I look, and I am working towards it. I will still do Weight Watchers but that is only to get me to balance my food options better not to focus so much on the scale.
But you know what. I recently had lunch with my fiancé at one of our favorite places. You know what I ate…a biscuit. And it was delicious, my pants still fit, I can still teach a fitness class, the sky hasn’t fallen, and I was beautiful before I ate it — while I was eating it — and now. I’m working on being more like Kate, and I hope that anyone out there who hears the same voices that are negative in their lives use Kate as a wakeup call to real happiness and acceptance.