Sometime in June I had met with a doctor regarding the lack of a menstrual period. She said based on various test results, they concluded it to be secondary amenorrhea. Meaning, my lack of period was caused by other health problems, such has Hashimotos, but probably also obesity.
That led to a conversation about my weight and my frustration with being unable to lose weight, no matter how hard I tried, since my thyroid problems started.
"I understand how frustrating it is." She said. Then, she looked me dead in the eyes and said "From this moment on, you need to measure your success by not gaining any weight. If you don't lose a pound, but you don't gain one either, you've been successful."
I grabbed onto the nugget of advice and embraced it with all of my heart, soul and mind. I decided to just keep making healthy choices and not stress about losing weight. I've been through enough stress this past 2 years to give a person a stroke.
Those words were just what I needed to hear and for a hundred different reasons.
Those words gave me permission to stop trying so hard to be thinner. And when I stopped trying to be thinner, I was forced to come to terms with living life in the moment, whether I'm 125 pounds or 232 pounds.
Yes. I was 232 pounds when that doctor said those words to me and almost 4 months later, I am still exactly 232 pounds.
(I'm a SUCCESS STORY!)
In the past, typing that number would have been riddled with shame and I probably would have followed it up with something like "but it's not my fault! I have a disease that makes me fat!" Because I felt it was necessary to make sure that EVERYONE KNEW that I had a legitimate reason for being overweight.
I began to ask myself why it was so important for people to know the reasons why I'm fat. After doing some soul searching I realized it was because I didn't want people to make assumptions about me being lazy or eating too many cheeseburgers. I read the celebrity gossip websites. Hell, I read blogs. I see what people say about actresses who are thinner than the average person but GASP! they have cellulite on their perfectly thin legs. But I dug even deeper than that. What about my very OWN attitude regarding being fat? What about the words that I myself have typed in regards to being overweight right here on this blog?
"Disgusting. Cow. Pig. Whale."
And for the first time it became clear to me that while everything I've written here was intended to only speak to how I feel about myself--my words have been hurtful and damaging to other people. My words have contributed to the hateful attitudes that people have against overweight people. I am deeply sorry for that.
I'm not saying that I think wanting to lose weight is a bad thing. I'm not saying that not wanting to be fat must mean that I secretly hate fat people. What I AM saying is that I was horribly wrong to buy into the lie that I'm not deserving of love and happiness because I'm fat.
I've continued to hold off on any attempts at losing weight because I wanted to approach it with a different attitude and a fresh, new perspective. I didn't want my motives to be the same old, tired ones that have made me miserable for most of my adult life.
After these few months of soul searching, I think I've arrived at that place now. A place where I CAN approach weight loss with a healthy attitude and not one that is not driven by self hatred and insecurity. So, I've decided that I will actively try to lose weight again. The difference this time is that my future happiness isn't at stake here-- I've finally found peace, a motherload of joy and some cute clothes that are not track suits! with the body I own now. What's at stake for me is a longer, more healthy life. I don't my knees to hurt when I go on nature walks with my daughter. I don't want to run out of breathe when I'm laughing with my boys because my lungs are encased with fat (THANK YOU FOR FUCKING ME UP WITH THAT IMAGE, BIGGEST LOSER.) I don't want to develop diabetes or congestive heart failure. I have enough health problems as it is with my whorebag of a thyroid, you know?
I plan on documenting my attempts at a healthier body here like I did once before. It will be different this time though. I won't be like "OMG! I didn't lose a pound! I suck and my life is over!" only to be followed by "OMG! I lost 8 pounds! I kick ass! Go me!" No. I want to focus more on the changes I make, healthy recipes that I discover and activities I can squeeze in while working from home. The numbers aren't really important to me this time. What's important is that I do not further complicate my health problems (auto-immune diseases are GREAT FUN!) and that I live long enough to see my children's dreams come true.
And what the hell... I kind of want to have a waistline again.







You are AWESOME.