As most of you know, I lost about 120 lbs a couple years back and successfully maintained that weight loss. But today I find myself struggling to get off the last of the weight I gained during my recent pregnancy. I’m just not doing so well at it, and while I’ve got a lot of things going on in my life now with the baby and the physical changes that accompany that, I’m having a hard time committing to myself.
This week, I’ve had some new insights, and I thought I’d share since so many of you have shared thoughts that have been helpful to me.
It seems the basic problem is that I have lost track of who I am. I’ve come to take my new life for granted, and have forgotten what it is like to be morbidly obese. When I first lost the weight, the stranger was the person staring back in the mirror and I was literally startled every time I saw myself for the longest time. Now the stranger is the large woman in the pictures. I feel entitled to the smaller body, and the “It’s not fair” attitudes are coming back. The attitudes I held and the choices I made in the past have the power to undo me, and that cannot happen. So it is time to reopen old wounds, tell old stories, and remember just how bad it was and could be again.
Now, I am worried that I’m about a size and a half larger than my maintenance weight. Before I was worried that I was about to grow out of the plus sizes and then what the **** was I going to do.
Now, I’m worried that I won’t impress my doctor on the next visit. Before I worried that I was going to die soon.
Now I hope that the fat person will not sit next to me on the airplane. Before I hoped that the people on the airplane didn’t mind too much if I sat next to them.
Now I worry that my running pace and mile time is way off, and that my endurance is low. Before I worried that I wouldn’t be able to walk around the block and words like mobility had entered my vocabulary.
Now I wonder if my husband likes what I’m wearing. Before I wondered why my husband liked me.
Now I think it stinks that I have 15 pounds to lose. Before I thought it stunk that I had 120 pounds to lose.
The list is longer, but some of it is private, and some of it is boring, but those are the highlights.
I forgot the befores. No, I suppressed the befores. But they are still there, just waiting. The embarrassment, the dread of everyday life. I’m not entitled to this body, I have to work for it. And if I want the last pounds off I have to work for those too. I CANNOT take it for granted. For whatever reason, my brain, my body are just not set up that way. And it doesn’t matter if it is fair or not, and it doesn’t matter if it is hard or not, it just is.
I made a list of 25 reasons to lose the weight when I started. They are still all true, and today I could add about 10 more reasons that I’ve found as I’ve lead this new life. The stakes are much higher now, since my daughter needs me both as a mother and a role model.
So who do I see now when I look in the mirror? Who am I? Who am I going to be? Still the thin woman. Still me. But the woman in the mirror is familiar and strange all at the same time. This is about who I want to be. I do not want to be morbidly obese again. But the fat woman in the pictures knows why I did all this, and the consequences of failure, and so she must remain a part of me. If I forget her, I risk becoming her again. This is all about remaking that commitment to myself. And making myself and my health a priority in all those little decisions that make up a day. Not so hard, when a person makes a point to remember.
How far I’ve come! How easy to go forward, how easy to go back. So I choose to go forward.
Thank you all for helping me get my thoughts together.



