The Road To Hell...

Ah, yes, good intentions. As every fat person knows, there is no shortage of people out there who are trying to help us with their good intentions.

This situation revisited me last week as I had lunch with an old family friend. She is old enough to be my mother and I love her dearly. When I brought up the topic of being on a weight-loss mission, my friend immediately chimed in. First of all, there was the uncomfortable pause in the conversation as the look on her face betrayed her intial thought: "Does she know just how fat she really is?" Yes, I am aware, thank you very much. I'm all over it like a cheap suit. It's not like having a piece of spinach stuck in your teeth, you know. Even without benefit of a mirror, I am onto the fact that I need to lose weight. I'd have to be on life support to NOT know.

Then there was the very sincere but oh so humiliating helpful hints. "Have you tried Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig?" "Do you belong to a gym?" Again, thanks for the heads up but I get the whole diet and exercise connection and I don't need to have it pointed out to moi by vous, my little size six friend. I know how it works...I have just chosen to ignore it up to this point because it is h-a-r-d work. And I'm not always a fan of hard work - especially when I've wrapped up so much of my reward system in the exact thing I need to curtail. Now do you understand my dilemma?

And then I had to curl myself up into the fetal position as I anticipated the very predictable final blow: "You know, you have such a pretty face." Go ahead, finish out your thought. I DARE you! Such a pretty face and .....? Such a fat ass....right? I know, I know. But that doesn't make me a bad person. Never did, never will. You know, I have a skinnier sister (altho the old menopausal metabolism slow-down is hitting her like a bag 'o bricks - yippee!) who has the most vicious temper of anyone I've ever known and yet I don't know of anyone, friend or foe, who has ever implied that she get the kind of help she needs like they are way so enthusiastic about offering to me. She is a bad person and yet no one ever calls her on it. I am a very respectful - but fat - person and yet I'm the one getting all the "useful" advice. Go figure.

Usually the people giving advice have never been in my position, which is why they don't understand how hurtful their "helpful" comments can be. I know for the most part, it's out of love and concern. But as with any personal problem, it is something that must come from within, never without. My problem in the past with losing weight was that my focus was always from without - getting slim for a reunion, a wedding, the summer, to make a bitchy relative jealous, to get a cute guy's attention - and it never worked because it never got to the root of the problem: what was inside of me.

The good news is that I have done more "inside" work than ever before and it is having positive effects. It is going so slowly because there are some things - like my CoffeeBomb (20 oz. of coffee, oozing with Coffeemate) in the morning, that I refuse to give up. I know if I give that up, I will slip into the whole "deprivation" mentality and my efforts will spiral out of control. So for now, it will be slow but steady and it will work as long as I keep doing it a day at a time. Baby steps on the Road to Hell.

Not Such A Day At The Beach

Nothing quite says "fat loser" than squeezing yourself into a bathing suit for the first time in three years and pretending to enjoy yourself at the beach with your family. Spandex and sweat just don't mix. And I'm not talking just physical sweat from exertion or heat - I'm talking absolute flop sweat - the kind that you break out into when you realize that with very few exceptions, you're the fattest one on the beach. And nothing but that absolutely miserable feeling makes you want to crawl back into the vicious cycle of eating to soothe yourself.

I don't know what obseity epidemic they're talking about because the beach I visited today had only about 97% healthy specimens. The other 3% were either fat like me or in a disturbing new trend, elderly women parading around in flashy bikinis. (For the first and only time, I'm kind of glad to be a part of the former group as opposed to the latter.) Perhaps society has shamed those of us plus sized people into staying home. I sure wish I had. I've been promising myself for the past 10 years or so that next summer was going to be the one where I don't feel like Shamu's bi-ped sister who washed up on the beach. And I was doing so well with keeping my head in the weight loss game - until I was around so many scantily clad normal sized people and realized how very far I have to go. The elastic leg and arm bands of my bathing suit digging into my flesh didn't help matters either.

So I am safe at home now - back in my elastic waist pants and a cotton shirt, desperate not to drown my sorrows in chocolate. I must admit that my hands are still shaking as I took a real hard knock to my confidence today. I am trying my best to sit still and let the feelings of shame, frustration, and sadness pass through me until I don't want to eat to comfort myself any longer. And I am happy to report that I am NOT in the kitchen while waiting for this to occur!

We have another beach trip planned for Friday. This time we're headed to Rhode Island where no matter how bad I think I look, there are always lot of others in worse shape. No wonder I like it there so much.

"You're So Vein" Meets "Catch-22"

After 5 years of cutting me some major slack about my weight, my doctor had finally had her fill. "I want you to walk 30-45 minutes every day. It will help manage your weight a lot better." So would cutting out food from my diet but perhaps I haven't reached crisis mode yet.

I started walking only to have these nasty varicose veins I've had since my high school waitressing days start squawking. The pain and tightness were really bothering me so I went to see her again. She said the heat, humidity and increased exercise were all contributing factors - as well as the extra weight I'm carrying around. Well, duh."How can I lose the extra weight if my legs don't cooperate?" I asked. (And I actually was NOT looking for an excuse to quit exercising this time - I just wanted my old legs back.) She advised me to elevate my legs so that they were above my heart in order to help my circulation. Now if I could only get my legs up over my head I could become a stunt woman for Madonna with my only problem being the occasional STD. Not a bad trade-off.

Baby Steps, Big Picture

Three pounds down! Woo Hoo! Although the progress seems glacial I have to keep in mind that if I were to lose 1 to 1 1/2 pounds a week for an entire year, I'd eventually be down 50 to 70 pounds! (I am all about exclamation points today! Can you tell?!) It is so hard to keep the big picture in focus when time seems to pass so slowly - or should I say the time between meals passes so slowly. I have thought about nothing but food for the past 3 weeks. But it's just like anything in short supply - you want it most when it's least available - food, money, clothes, men, the list goes on. I haven't gone on any strict diets as I tend to rebel by eating to my heart's content. Plus I'm trying to keep in mind that this will have to become my new way of life; something flexible enough to last me for a long time. The other most important aspect is the exercise - I am doing it every day and as early in the day as possible. The later in the day it gets, the more tired I become and the more excuses I make. And I am all about finding excuses not to do the right thing. I have perfected the art of procrastination and that's a nasty habit I'm trying to break.

I may have made a big mistake last week. I asked my 12 year old son to take a "before picture" of me but swore him to secrecy. That probably wasn't very smart. Taking out a full page ad in the NY Times would probably have been the more discreet thing to do. I'm also going to need his help uploading the picture too. It's a good thing I have plenty of dirt on him to use as leverage. Maybe I need to trust him more. Yeah, right.

I know all the fitness experts tell you to "go public" with your weight loss efforts to keep yourself accountable but I'm not so sure. I have failed so many times before. I'm known as the Chunky Monkey Mama who cried "wolf" (sounds like "loaf", as in bread...mmmmmm!) one time too many. People do not take me seriously anymore. I don't think fat people in general are taken very seriously - except when cake is involved. I've been thin and I've been fat and believe me, thin people rule! I just want to be normal, that's all.