Hi all, I'm checking in on this forum --- being 47...er (40-something). I had a humiliating experience that further knocked the point across that I need to do something about my weight. My husband owns a Corvette and we went to Lowes over the weekend. Instead of taking my car (Mid-life post menopausal purchase - a Mustang GT)

Anyhoo...The Corvette seems to me to have been made for short flexible Frenchmen and unless you're 18 years old you cannot get out (or in -- for that matter) with any dignity! So I don't like getting down into the car in the first place but he wanted to take it out for a spin ---- immediately I'm thinking, "Why does he want to go in the Corvette? Doesn't he know that I feel uncomfortable in it?" But I don't say anything because we've already been "discussing" at length the issue of my weight. So in I go... The seatbelt (I know even before trying) won't go around my lap, so I don't use it.
We do the Lowes thing load the back with purchases and get into the car, and he asks: "Aren't you gonna put your seat belt on?" I burn with humiliation and begin to feel tears coming, so I growl back, "It doesn't fit!" We drive home in relative silence -- but never fear.... we visit the subject later on that evening.
So what did I learn? My husband says ---That I'm just angry and all I have to do is not put food in my mouth! Can't I do that? He's lost 25+ pounds just by not eating --- I should be able to do that, can't I?
What I felt was intense humiliation! It was just like being in High School again when the cruel kids make "mooing" noises behind my back. It just goes straight down into my heart like acid. And I wish I had the powers that Stephen King's "Carrie" had! Whew! What anger THAT is! I can't quite shake the notion that this was all to show me just how fat I am and how I need to stop putting food in my mouth and figure out how to get rid of that anger I have.
So maybe that moment made me turn the corner --- but it's anger driving it. Maybe I need to harness the anger instead of eating it? I visualize myself taking boxing lessons, and I just beat the ever lovin' **** out of a punching bag instead of eating the anger, saddness, depression, hurt, etc..... I think of poor Rocky, trying to get into shape, day after day, battle after battle to triumph --- and I put myself into that role. This is an intense white hot anger I feel and am afraid to let it out so I eat and feed it until it goes to sleep again. A terrible cycle that happens over and over again. Until I look around and am tottering just over the edge of 300 pounds. ---- This monster anger needs letting loose before it kills me.
Part of the weight loss program I am enrolling in is seeing a therapist. I think I'll take advantage of those "visits" (you get 3 or 4) and then look for some kind of physical thing like boxing --- kick boxing! And see if I can't find my inner Rocky! I'll let you know what happens!