It occurred to me today that it has been over a year since I’ve lost any weight. I don’t think I can consider myself “the girl who lost more than 70 pounds” anymore. I think, now that a year has passed, I’m now something more along the lines of “the overweight girl whose muffin top looks more like a large souffle spilling over her generously sized 18 jeans”.
I think I’m officially fat again.
This isn’t because I’ve gained a few pounds. It is because I have redefined myself… again.
I used to be the morbidly obese girl who couldn’t fit comfortably into size 28 stretch pants & who needed an extension belt on airplanes. Then, through vigilent portion control & exercise, I became TGWLMT7P (see above). Now I’m TOGWMTLMLALSSOHGS1J ~~ because I think I’ve finally settled into my weight as it is, not as it used to be, & I’ve realized that it now makes me unhappy.
I coasted for over a year on TGWLMT7P. I enjoyed my new size & the compliments & freedoms it brought me. I was able to shop in regular clothing stores. I was able to enjoy a pastry without feeling as if the world was judging me poorly. I was able to feel pretty, & enjoy attention.
But I also feared it (attention) & I have to say that it pleased me just a little bit when I started gaining a bit of weight & my face went from what I perceived as “too pointy” to more round again. In fact, after two of my favorite family members died in 2009 & left me feeling as if I had just been orphaned without the societal recognition of the importance of their passing to me, I took comfort in over-eating & feeling my weight return again. There is a part of me that finds comfort in being able to hug my big, bulbous, fleshy tum.
{{ For those of you who hate fat, I’m sure that last statement just turned your stomach. lol! }}
One year ago this month, I lost my great-uncle. Six months ago, I lost my great-aunt. Since I was a child, they had been two people I could turn to for support: actual AND emotional; support I never got from my parents or anyone else in my family until I married (& even then, my husband & I have had to learn how to be there for each other in supportive but not smothering ways).
My great-aunt & great-uncle were excruciatingly important to me & I’ve been mourning their deaths ever since. I realize, though, that I haven’t been honoring them as well as I should. They were thrilled when they discovered I had lost 70 pounds. My great-aunt was downright giddy. And she used my efforts as inspiration for her to get up & work in her garden & stay active when she felt as if she would rather go back to bed & sleep. She lived to be 99 years old. My great-uncle was 87. Each of them attributed their longevity to staying physically & mentally active.
I managed to keep active after my great-uncle died. But I was in a bit of shock. He went quickly & unexpectedly because he didn’t tell anyone he had leukemia until he was nearly dead. After his death, I think I went a little mazzo: in addition to my normal kickboxing, yoga, pilates, & walking workouts, I took up bellydancing, modern dance, tap, trampoline, hula hoop, & roller derby!
When my great-aunt died six months later (in October), I stopped exercising altogether. I told myself it was because I needed a break; I had a derby injury; I was just enjoying the fruits of my labor. But I’m thinking now that I’ve been depressed.
I’ve been adrift. Lost. Not entirely without guidance or support (I am a functioning, happily married adult), but I definitely feel a void where I used to feel their love.
I’ve been compensating with food & lack of exercise. I’ve been comforting myself by getting mushy.
It is what it is, & I’m not going to beat myself up for coping with two major deaths in one year in ways that are still the best I know how to do. Maybe this was their last lesson: falling back on food & inactivity is fine in small doses, but it’s not going to help me in the long run.
And I’m in this for the long run.
So, no more resting on my laurels, TGWLMT7P. I am now officially TOGWMTLMLALSSOHGS1J, & it’s time to deflate that souffle & get back to work.
RIP AG, UJ, & TGWLMT7P.
Posted on March 2nd, 2010 by lanvin
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