confession: I value poor eating over my children and husband, but I'm trying to change that.
My parents both have health issues, but continue to do the things that led to the medical problems. My dad has emphysema but continues to smoke. He has to have breathing treatments, inhalers, and on some days can barely tackle the stairs in his house. My mom has diabetes and a heart condition. She continues to eat fried foods and whatever else tickles her fancy. She has said that if she has to eat what the doctor tells her to eat, she may as well be dead already. I know that with the smoking that there is an addiction at work etc, but I couldn't help but think with both of them that they were essentially saying that they would rather continue with the self destruction than change and have more years with me, my sibs, and their grandchildren. Really? Eating fried pork/chicken and sugary cake is more important than family and friends? There's nothing you want to do on earth than eat what you want or have that next cigarette? But also I realize that my current eating and extra weight put me right on that path. Something needs to change.
I realize that my poor eating habits and being overweight (until recently I was obese) has hindered my life. I don't feel comfortable in a swim suit and so I don't take my kids to the pool often. I take them maybe 4 times in the summer. I would like them to take swimming lessons but am so uncomfortable that I haven't signed them up, yet. I realize that I am shortening my life and decreasing the quality of the life that I do have.
My hubby complains that my body image issues are bothering him more than the 50 pounds I have put on since having the kids. I get where he's coming from and am working on that while losing the weight.
I realize that I need to eat like an adult rather than a child wanting instant gratification. I realize that I need to eat the food I feed my children. I wouldn't dare feed them the food that I eat.
insights are great, but how do I keep myself from burying it back into the recesses of my mind? denial is like a pair of comfortable old shoes that you instinctively put on instead of the new pair you just bought.




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