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I Woke Up Not Caring

I can’t bring myself to care about anything today. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

No, I know exactly what’s wrong with me. Eat crap and you’ll feel like crap. I ate crap over the weekend and today, I feel like crap.

Not that it stopped me from eating more crap. I started out well, with my usual omelet, but since then I’ve eaten a banana chocolate chip muffin, half a bar of dark chocolate, and an ice cream sandwich. I didn’t even make a real effort to eat a healthy dinner. I gave in to laziness and ate mashed potatoes and black-eyed peas with the rest of the family, instead of making myself vegetables like I usually would.

It’s not completely accurate to say that I’ve become apathetic. That’s not entirely true, because I do care. When I got on the scale this morning and the number was up, I cared. I knew why the number was up and I knew what I needed to do to see the number go down. But for some reason, I’ve told myself that I don’t care, that this is beyond my control, that it doesn’t matter anyway so I might as well eat whatever I want.

But I know better. Pretending that I don’t care about anything is an easy way to duck the responsibility of living my own life. That’s my coping/avoidance technique – whenever something happens, I turn off, I ignore it, I distance myself from it and put it off until it resolves itself or until I absolutely have to deal with it. This is something I’ve seen myself do over and over again, and I know it’s a horrible way to live my life.

It becomes a waiting game. If I keep eating right and exercising, I’ll lose weight. And I want to believe that along with all of that weight, I’ll also have fixed all of my other problems. That everything will fall into line if I can just lose this weight. And so I wait. Because I just know that being ten pounds lighter will somehow make me ten pounds happier. And when the number on the scale doesn’t move, it’s not just about the weight anymore. It’s about everything else. Because if the numbers don’t go down, everything else won’t fall in place the way I want it to. So I end up sitting around, wasting my life because deep down, I know that even if I do lose the weight, those other things won’t automatically go away, and when I’m not even losing weight, I’m not actually doing anything at all.

This has been a hard post to write. Part of me has always known that losing weight would not be a panacea, but for some reason, I didn’t want to admit that to myself. It was easier to wait and tell myself that everything would be okay at that arbitrary mythical point sometime in the future. To think that losing weight would make me more employable, more likeable (even to myself), would somehow make me a better person overall.

The weight is going to take a while to lose. I always knew that. But I can no longer wait and hope that everything else is going to change along with my body. After all, my body didn’t change for the better until I made it change. It stands to reason that the other issues in my life aren’t going to change for the better until I make them change, too.

Tomorrow, I will accept that I need to take a proactive role in my own life. That waiting for things to happen has never worked before and will not work now. I will stop ignoring the things I didn’t want to deal with, and I will face them head on, and deal with them. And I won’t put them off anymore. I’ll do them tomorrow.

I’ve had willful blinders on. As long as I was focusing on diet and exercise, I could ignore everything else. But that isn’t healthy, and I told myself this wasn’t just about my physical appearance and physical health. This is supposed to have been about the whole picture, about my total overall health – mental, physical, emotional, everything. Making my body healthy without making my mind and will healthy has not made me healthy or happy. I’ve been miserable like this. These last few weeks have been awful. Tomorrow, I will stop waiting, and I will change all of that. Nothing can be worse than living life with your eyes closed.

Mired in Depression

I haven’t been posting regularly because I’ve been depressed. It’s been a month since I was laid off from work and things have started to really get to me. And ironically, I don’t like to blog about being depressed. I’m not sure why – I guess I don’t want people to see that side of me, or judge me for whining. I’ve always been the kind of person who tries to keep her feelings to herself – I’m sure that’s a big part of it.

This weekend, I ate emotionally and I ate crap. And my weight, 211.6, reflects that. I was hoping that starting the Primal Blueprint 30-day Challenge would help get me back on track. But after a night spent depressed, not sleeping and crying intermittently, I was too worn out. I started out well, but quickly deviated from my good intentions.

This is it. This is the last of it. Tomorrow, come hell or high water, I will be back on track. I will go to the gym. I will eat right and quit eating crap. I will call the university to see about getting into intersession or late semester classes. I need to quit wallowing in my sadness, I need to quit letting my situation get to me. True, things could be better. But they could also be worse. Tomorrow I will accept things as they are and stop wishing that they could be otherwise. Losing my job sucked. It really sucked. But there is a bright side. And I have to find it.

Eyes on the Prize

There are so many names for it, so many excuses, reasons I could give, justifications I could make. The bottom line? I’ve been slacking off – big time. Last week, I only got to the gym once and I canceled my session with my personal trainer. I’ve gotten lazy – instead of fixing myself good things to eat, I’ve been taking the easy way out. I had a mini-binge over the weekend – we made s’mores with Caramello bars and I ate three. On the one hand, I knew it wasn’t the end of the world and I refused to beat myself up over it. But on the other hand, I feel like this is indicative of the way I’ve been backsliding out of my good eating habits. I feel like, in the past week, I’ve gone from 90-95% diet compliance to maybe 80% compliance, and the number on the scale reflects that.

I feel like there are a couple of reasons that I’ve been eating the way I have. After finishing Women, Food, and God, I started to question whether I really needed to be following such a strict and restrictive diet. After all, according to the book, people on highly restrictive diets are more likely to fall off the wagon and binge because they feel deprived. Though I was doing well and not really experiencing any carb cravings, there were times I missed cakes, cookies and bread.

After this weekend, I’m not sure that I actually miss cakes, cookies and bread. I think that I miss the feelings I used to associate with eating them and making them. I miss baking chocolate chip cookies with my mother-in-law and little sister. I miss the bonding experience, the stories shared – I miss the process and the experience of making them. I think I’ll look into baking with almond flour so that I won’t have to give up that part of my life as the weather cools and my thoughts turn to baking.

And honestly, my diet hasn’t been that restrictive. The idea of living paleo/primal is more restrictive than the actual practice. I eat right most of the time, but I still treat myself. I don’t feel that I’ve denied myself anything – instead of eating out, I make a delicious dinner at home and invite people over. Instead of dessert at the restaurant, I make a batch of homemade creme brulee for the family. I still get the sweets that I love – I just get them in moderation. I usually allow myself one s’more when the family gets together – not three.

I also thought about how I’ve changed my diet – from eating cereal and bread to eating eggs, meat and vegetables. I think I’ve made the right decision. Ignore things like hormones, insulin and labels like paleo and just focus on the numbers for a moment. Fruit (especially berries) and vegetables pack more nutritional bang for the buck than grains or legumes. Yes, perhaps the paleo/primal lifestyle is an extreme version, when I look back at my old life and the utter lack of vegetables, I have to think that everyone would benefit from swapping out some of the grains and legumes they consume for veggies.

I just need to refocus my eyes on the prize and stop comparing my weight loss to that of others. I know my body. I know I’ll lose 2-3 lbs a week when I work out regularly and eat right. I know my weight loss will stall when I do not. I’m never going to be the kind of person who can lose 15 lbs in two weeks – I didn’t gain my weight like that and I don’t see myself losing it like that. And I need to remember that I’m in this for the long haul. This is a lifestyle change, not a temporary thing. A mini binge of three s’mores over the weekend does not a crisis make – nothing has been derailed, nothing is ruined.

Hey! Hey you! Eat well, work out, stop freaking out over things beyond your control and keep your eyes on the prize!

Review: Women, Food and God by Geneen Roth

After a recent conversation with a friend at the local book store, I decided to buy and finish Geneen Roth’s Women, Food, and God. I’d picked up a copy a month or so ago and read enough to find it intriguing but not necessarily purchase-worthy. The book has been all over as of late, not to mention that Ms. Roth was on Oprah promoting her book – which I should mention was not a ringing endorsement for me (I am generally not the demographic of Oprah’s book clubs). But that conversation, and seeing mentions of the book on several of the blogs I regularly read, made me decide to buy a copy to see if it would make a difference to my own weight loss journey.

I went in with an open mind, but I honestly didn’t expect to get much out of Women, Food & God. I have not been overweight for all of my life and I did not consider myself to be a compulsive eater. I wasn’t sure that the advice in this book would really pertain to me. Also, I am not only not religious, I am also not very spiritual. I believe in the beauty of something great and inexplicable – a vast mystery, if you will, but beyond that, there is no God in my life. Raised Punjabi Sikh, I have struggled with my lack of faith in the face of others’ faiths all of my life. But Geneen Roth’s version of spirituality is one that I can live with. Focusing on spirituality over religion, she delves into the great mystery of one’s self, tearing down walls and preconceptions until nothing remains but the natural wonder of seeing your first rainbow. But what, you may ask, does this have to do with food?

Ms. Roth posits that our relationship with food is, in its essence, a microcosm of our relationship with our lives. She points out that people lose and gain vast amounts of weight in hopes of achieving a version of their perfect self, only to fail over and over again. The problem is not knowing how to lose weight – the problem is deeper and lies withing why we eat. She speaks of dieting as an almost religious institution – one with suffering, penance and failure. It’s a vicious cycle and for most compulsive eaters, we need the constant cycle of dieting and failing our diets. She talks about two different kinds of diet – the Permitters and the Restricters and how we can fall into either or both categories. I, myself, am mostly a Restricter.

As children, we form necessary defenses against the world around us. As adults, we are strong enough to deal with whatever life throws at us, but most of us still retain those childhood defense mechanisms. We avoid dealing with whatever we see as unbearable, using food and other crutches to avoid dealing with the pain that we fear. By leaving behind these childhood defenses and shedding the identity forged for us by other (by parents, by teachers, by siblings and their manifestation as what she calls “the Voice”), we learn that the intolerable is not so intolerable after all, and that by dealing with these issues and moving forward with our new identities we can emerge as better, more whole people, who know longer need to use food for anything other than nourishment.

    I expected this book to be a bit “hippy-dippy” for my taste, but overall, I was pleasantly surprised to find lessons that I could relate to and use within my own life. One of her examples, in particular, really resonated with me – I, like so many, spend so much of my time waiting for my life to truly begin. My life will start: when I’m thin, when I’m successful, when I get the job I want, when I finally have enough money. My excuses are a dime a dozen and at the same time, the rest of my life is being frittered away. Instead of waiting to be what I want, Ms. Roth advises that we need to learn to enjoy where we are at right now instead of just tolerating it. We need to immerse ourselves in the small pleasures, in the small rituals, in the tastes and the smells of what’s happening right now. This mindfulness, in everything, is her key to success, not only in dieting, but in life, itself.

    Ms. Roth spends a great deal of time talking about the spirituality of life, of self, of food, but Iwished that she had talked more about the process. Yes, I found myself saying, I understand that I need to break down my perception of self based on the criticism of others. I need to treat myself with love and kindness. I need to learn to live in the moment, to eat in the moment, to tune into whatever my body is telling me. But how? I need to be told how to do these things, and in this, other than joining on of her many retreats, Ms. Roth is not as forthcoming. She does give her reader some very useful guidelines for mindful eating and spends some time talking about meditation and inquiry techniques, but beyond that, I was left stranded, needing more specific direction.

    Ms. Roth assures you that by eating whatever you want, you will lose weight. And you won’t eat hot fudge sundaes for every meal of the day because you’ll come to learn, that’s not what your body wants. But she doesn’t go into nutrition or exercise, and I feel that she neglects a whole realm of important issues for those wanting to get down to a healthy weight/existence. In fact, she doesn’t really talk about health at all. In all of the talk of spirituality, mindfulness and learning to love one’s self, there is little mention of physical health or strength. I’m supposed to believe that when I learn to listen to my body, it will tell me if it needs spinach for iron or milk for calcium.

    Overall, I would recommend this book to everyone – not just those trying to lose weight or struggling with eating. I think there are important lessons in this book that can be applied to many different areas of one’s life. But I would also caution that you take everything you read with a grain of salt. Yes, mindfulness is a wonderful thing and in the long run, it will help you get to where you want to be. But, in focusing on your spiritual self, don’t give up on everything else. I say, if counting calories works for you, count them – they will help you relearn portions and nutrition information. If you’re a gym rat, and you feel better after a mid-day workout, then do it – physical activity is good for your bones, for your heart. Like everything else in life, there are no hard and fast rules – that is why she sets forth food guidelines instead of food rules – take what you can from this book and use it, but don’t forget everything else that has also worked for you. It worked for you for a reason – don’t abandon it altogether just because Oprah endorsed “the next big thing” on her show.

    Disclaimer – yes, this is a review. But no one paid me for my opinion or anything else. I even bought the book myself at Sam’s Club.

    Bitter Pill

    Wanted: A Clever Title (Get Laid)I was laid off from work this morning. My boss told me that he’ll probably come to regret this decision, but at this time he doesn’t feel like he has any other choice. It probably has something to do with the fact that his baby mama, who does actually do any work, has been on the payroll for the past year and makes almost as much as I did. Apparently, instead of taking her off the payroll, it’s easier to ask her to answer the phones a few times a week (which I can almost guarantee that she will not do) and let me go instead.

    Yes, I’m very bitter. I’m angry, and pretty pissed at this situation. When I first found out that she was making almost as much as me despite not actually doing any work, I had a sneaking suspicion that I would end up getting screwed over. And now I have.

    When I came home, I wanted to weigh myself. I feel so out of control right now that I wanted to at least know where my body and weight stood. But my husband wouldn’t tell me where it was. I wanted to binge on cupcakes and donuts, but I didn’t. I even chose a healthy salad over a tempting sandwich, even though bread sounded so comforting. I’m trying very hard not to comfort myself with food. I desperately want to. But I’m trying to remind myself that eating crap will not make me feel better, it will only make me fat and then I will hate myself.

    I’m also trying to remind myself that to every storm cloud there is a silver lining. I had talked about wanting to quit my job to go back to school to finish out my degree and now it seems that the stars have aligned so that I can. And I’m apparently not ineligible to collect unemployment should I decide to look for another job instead. And in the meantime, I’ll have a lot more time to devote to my health and to working out at the gym.

    But today, only a few hours after my boss handed my last check and told me to go home, I’m still very bitter. This Friday the 13th has been a very unlucky day for me, indeed. And that has been a very bitter pill to swallow.