Following a thought on the 'Are you sick?' thread:
personally, I get a big kick out of not telling friends and family that I'm dieting. Last time I had lost 50lbs before anyone commented!!!!
Lots of reasons:
my fat is a distancing mechanism ~ I'll let people know if I'm ready for them to come closer
say you're on a diet, and the whole world asks constantly how you're doing; or tries to 'tempt' you; or, if, like me, you prefer calorie counting, which means you can basically eat what you like, while making healthy choices, when you are seen eating your 1 cookie a week treat, or whatever, people feel they have the right to castigate you.
Thinking deeper thoughts now:
although my parents loved me very much (I presume, we're non-demonstrative) my mother was so intrusive into every thing I did and thought - and ate! - that I have big, big issues about letting people get close now. I've been told by a counsellor that, however well-meant it was, it Was emotional abuse I suffered. It has certainly screwed me up! Apologies to those who have had far more abusive lives than that.
also, my current job is very vulnerable-making - I'm on 24/7 call (minister of religion) and on the end of a huge weight of hopes and dreams and expectations.
So what occurred to me was the phrase, 'It looks like I chose to be fat because it was the only thing I could control' and that hit me with a thud - because how many times have I heard documentaries about people suffering from anorexia nervosa, who say that their eating issues were less about weight loss and more about controlling the only thing they could control?
Excuse the long post, I just suddenly feel a bit ulp, realizing that I've narrowed my control down to choosing to be fat. hm. idea needs work.
ps: when I say 'not telling anyone' - clearly I don't mean not posting!