Obviously, a person who would do something like this is
seriously disturbed, no? And isn’t that what we believe, even if we don’t say
it out loud? A person who is fat is a person who’s lost control. A person who’s
undisciplined. A person who is probably psychologically and emotionally deficient
in some way, otherwise they would get motivated and DO SOMETHING about their
weight.
That’s exactly what I believed about myself for most of my
life. That there was something seriously wrong with my head. If only I could
straighten out my screwed up psyche, then I would find the strength to stay on
a sensible diet and lose the weight once and for all. Not only that, but I
believed other people (translation: normal-weight people) were better than I
was simply because they could eat cake and stay thin and I could not.
But then I lost 100 pounds. I didn’t lose 100 pounds because
I cleared out all of the squirrelly, twisted mazes in my mind. In fact, in some
ways this weight maintenance deal has made me more neurotic than ever. I lost
weight because I put myself in the hands of a doctor and a nutritionist and DID
EXACTLY WHAT THEY TOLD ME TO DO. Yes, I know, that’s an un-American thing to
say. I let someone else tell me what to do. Shocking.
Yet, I lost the weight and have kept it off for four and a
half years. In that time, I’ve learned a few things. Like how our intrinsic beliefs
about what constitutes “good
food” chain us to a way of eating that keeps us fat. How food manufacturers
design products that are highly palatable (translation: highly addictive) to
keep us coming back for more, and oh yes, keep us fat. How our own willingness
to discount our strength and believe in our deficiency keeps us from
questioning the status quo, and yup, keeps us fat. And instead of getting angry
– because maybe you have a genetic predisposition to gain weight and you need
help to learn how to deal with that, but instead you are pushed and prodded by
the food culture to eat the very foods that will make your genetic
predisposition become reality – instead you blame yourself for being an idiot
who wants to have her cake and eat it too.
Have no doubt, emotional eating exists. But the question is,
did I eat the way I ate because I was screwed up? Or did I eat the way I ate
because I didn’t know a better way to deal with life’s difficulties and no one
was able to show me a better way? My observation is that most of us have weird,
eccentric nonsense banging around in our heads and you can’t really predict how
bad it is with any particular person just by what they weigh. Overweight people
are not more emotionally disturbed than thinner people, but they do have to
deal with an awful lot of disturbing stuff, like being portrayed as out-of-control
nut jobs when in reality they just have a physical condition called obesity.
Whew! I feel better now.
Great points as usual, Sandy. Weight really is one of the last acceptable prejudices. And I think we're all prone - by both nature and nurture - to emotional eating, whether during meals or in between. We think we're hungry when what we're really craving is the momentary sensation of something cheesy, sweet, etc. Food becomes a calorie-filled, fat-laden pacifier. Your essays help quite a lot in managing that.
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I just get tired of this idea that if you straighten out your head, the weight thing will take care of itself. Not true!
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