Weight has been an issue for
me all of my life. A theme. Everything I have ever done has been set against a
back drop of insecurity. In school I was always one of the overweight... no...
FAT kids. Anxiety has forever been associated with what should be innocuous
activities. As a kid, there was always the fear of being picked last, even
though I never was. My anxiety is rarely cloaked in reality. It is born and
thrives in my own perceptions of how my fatness was… fuck, “is”… perceived. I
have NEVER sat on a piece of lawn furniture without the overwhelming fear that
those tiny plastic legs would EXPLODE under my weight. This has never happened
(oh, this is absolutely a lie… but I don’t have it in me to admit I once had
the frame of an old metal lawn chair crumble up like a wet towel under me).
Truth is, 99% of my lawn furniture experiences have been uneventful, but I
still sit down at the speed of 1 inch per minute as I test the structural
integrity. Even when it appears I am sitting, I am actually holding myself up
with my legs for the first few minutes. Literally everything I do or say is
effected by my current feelings about my physical condition.
I don’t think being fat has ever really held me back, and I wasn't morbidly obese, I was just fat. After I
finished high school I became determined to lose weight, and get in shape. I
don’t know what happened. I just woke up and said, “here we go”, and corrected
all of my unhealthy behaviors. I started working out, eating healthy, and the
weight disappeared. Just randomly, when I was 18 I set out on a one year
journey, which ended with me losing close to 100 lbs, and finally I was one of
the physically fit. ß I totally just lied here too. It was 110 lbs.
Admitting this shit is hard. Admitting I even needed to lose over 100lbs is
hard. The problem was, once I reached a weight I was happy with, I treated my
weight loss as the end of a journey. My dedication to eating right and
exercising gave way to my old habits. I found out the hard way, that there is
no end to the journey. The journey just changes, the old goals need to morph into new
goals. From 19-20 years old, I weighed in at a dream boatish 170 lbs. I went from
being addicted to food, to being addicted to mirrors. Then when I was 21, I was
overweight again. Now I am 40 years old, and once again, I am the fat kid.
Am I as big as the people on
TV weight loss shows? No! Few of us are. Biggest Loser, My 600lb life, 1 ton
family. I watch these shows, not because I can relate to what they are going
through. It’s a fish bowl viewing. I hate myself for watching these shows, but
I can’t stop. I am a fat, fattist. These shows are not educational. I can’t
relate my struggles to the struggles of someone who can’t stand up on their
own. I am not 400 lbs +. I am one of the unfortunate majority who fall into the
overweight category. However, “unfortunate” may be the wrong term. I did this
to myself. I am not a victim. No one stuffed pizza into my mouth against my
will (god, that would be awesome though). Lack of knowledge, and societal
pressures did not lead to this. I eat a lot of deliciously bad food, and I love my sofa.
That is why I am fat. I am the funnest guy in the room. I live to eat drink and
be merry. But inside, I am sad that I have failed to be better. That I have
allowed myself to be unhealthy or less attractive than I believe I could be. I
feel a lot of people can relate to this. By the way, the fact that so many fat
people are funny, or fun, isn’t an accident. Becoming funny is a mask for our
insecurity. Its either learn to be funny or feel invisible to the opposite sex
forever (a feeling born from reality). Teenage mental issues don’t magically
disappear when you hit your 20’s. In fact, the mental aspect of being fat is
much more of a factor than anything physical. My body works pretty damn good. I
am not physically unable to work out or eat right. My brain gets in the way. I
find that intellectual dishonesty and depressed thoughts are the biggest road
blocks to my physical health. I allow other people’s perceptions of me, and
semantics to define me. “Fat”, “obese”, “overweight”, “plump”, “porky”… these
are all just words. Words are such unnecessary things to worry about. They only
define me if I give them value by allowing them to define me. The worst feeling
in the world, for me, is to be marginalized. Someone dumbing down their
terminology to make me feel better, makes me irate. It tells me that you
stopped believing in me. I am not overweight… I am fat. Who fucking cares?! I
guess I do. We all do, but we shouldn't. It’s time to start taking back the power to define
ourselves. Remove the value of the words we believe others may be currently
using to define us, by not giving a damn. That’s why I will never use sunny,
sugar coated words to describe myself or what upsets me. I don’t see feeling
marginalized and allowing myself to remain overweight and unhealthy, as being
easy on myself. I see it as giving up on myself. When people use "sugary words" there was a process they went through mentally to get to those words: 1) see the overweight person, 2) have a judgement about their physical condition, 3) decide the proper terminology as to soften the blow. This hurts way more to me, than had someone used a throw away term. The language we use, and
definitions that others use to define us do not create reality. The facts do
not change with the words we use. The reality is that there are some very
dangerous health risks that come with being fat. Instead of spending my time
fighting the terminology, I would rather spend my time repairing my physical
and mental health.
I have attempted this journey
so many times. I have failed every time. I almost always lose significant
weight, and then gain it back. I have dress shirts in so many sizes (this
really only is noteworthy because I love great dress shirts, and I hate that I can’t
wear some of them). The continual ups and downs of trying and failing, and
losing and gaining is fucking humiliating. I believe most people in my situation
face sooooo many mental blocks at the start of a life change; Intellectual
dishonesty, humiliation from the “here we go again” feeling, the sea of
misinformation, the feeling of desperation, and most of all the lack of belief
that this can be done. In fact, this isn’t even the first rendition of this
blog. The mental blocks have had a hold of me for 20 years now. For me, writing
about this process was the most cathartic thing I have ever done. I had so many
people message me that they felt exactly the same things I was expressing. Solidarity
in numbers.
Over the next year, or 18
months, or however long it takes me to lose 75-100lbs, I am going to document
my journey. This time the journey won’t end when I reach my goal... it will
just change slightly. And unlike the "reality weight loss
shows" I don't have 5 hours a day to dedicate to training, or a
nutritionist making all of my meals. I have a life. I have responsibilities,
stress, and real world idiocy to deal with. I am taking a strategic approach to
this process:
1)
Consult a Dr and
make sure my body is working correctly.
2)
Consult a
nutritionist
3)
Consult hot dudes
at the gym to see what makes them so dream boaty
4)
Fix my brain,
which is what is broken
5)
At some point I
will probably have to work out and eat well… fuck
Mindset/Nutrition you get those to things down you got it made��How do I know I was there and in a year I lost 118lbs 1 year and 7 months still off and feeling great you got this I will be following and looking forward to your blog ��������
ReplyDeleteI intend to follow your journey. I struggle with weight, too. Let me know who your nutritionist is. I need a good one too.
ReplyDelete^^^^^ That comment was me, Betty Johnson
ReplyDeleteHey Man, I just wanted to say I love you! I think you are an amazing person with or without extra weight. Just a thought. . . have you went to counseling? Do you think that would help with whatever the root of the problem is? Maybe you've tried that? Maybe it hasn't worked? At any rate, we should all feel comfortable in our skin. For some reason weight gain/loss is taboo in our country and lots of people don't like to talk about it. It's amazing that you are so honest (mostly) about your feelings! That's a good start. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help or encourage! I know you can do it, but shit, you know that or you wouldn't start this journey again! Best of luck on your lifetime of feeling good!
ReplyDeleteI love this for three reasons
Delete1) you obviously give a damn! That's huge. Solidarity in numbers. I think people trying to improve anything feel as though they are alone on an island.
2) your line of thinking is in line with mine. All of the above questions are absolutely addressed in posts I've already written and will post over the next few weeks. This is more of a mental journey than physical. I will explain that I dint judge my worth by my physical presence. This is important and will have a post dedicated to it.
3) you're obviously flirting with me. Bold. But appreciated. All kidding aside, I love you and have always adored you for how supportive and amazing you are. Thank you! #lovejoyworkshop
Oh, I am glad! I wasn't sure how you would take some of my comments, but I tend to be pretty blunt. Not rude, but truthful. You appear to appreciate that, so I thought my comments would be well received! I will continue to follow your journey! I am super proud of you for putting yourself out there though. That is BIG TIME! Just know, you are never alone and I am sure there are hundreds of people that have your back! xo
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