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30 April 2003

"Are you sure you wouldn't like some more, Bev?"

I hadn't been asked that question in awhile. I'd forgotten how much I hated it.

I was at a buffet and had already had my trip through the food line. The hostess was a very gracious lady, wanting to be sure that everyone was taken care of. But I noticed that she didn't ask the lythe looking beauty following me if she had had enough.

I am at a point in this new lifestyle (up a pound this week--I knew I had too good a time in Houston) where I am acutely aware of what a role illusion plays for me in how I respond to the eating cues I can't seem to shut off.

I've been feeling really thin these days. Every time I lean over in my desk chair to pick a paperclip off the floor, or as I spy something on the floor as I'm walking to the copy room and bend over to pick it up, or as I get on my hands and knees to diddle with a stubborn plug, I feel thin. I remember the days when I could not bend over at my desk, so the paperclips and bits of paper just stayed on the floor until I could do them all in one fell swoop. I remember when I couldn't bend over to pick up something from a standing position without holding onto the desk. I remember when I would do anything to avoid getting down on my hands and knees because I wasn't sure I could get up again without totally embarrassing myself (even if I was there in the office alone).

When I walk confidently into Curves and easily get into all of the machines, watching "newbies" struggle with some of the more awkward ones. When I march confidently in place, knees coming up higher, while I watch the "really fat" ones barely moving in place. When I climb up on a chair to reach a scrapbook on a high shelf and don't have to hold onto something and laboriously inch my way up to the seat of the chair.

I feel downright thin.

But then someone says "are you sure you don't want more?" and I remember that I'm not thin. I'm still fat. I'm still the one that a gracious hostess needs to feel she has fed sufficiently. I eagerly ask for the Curves tape measure and discover that I haven't lost any inches at all.

I feel downright fat.

reflection.JPG (83337 bytes)I get on a plane and fit (albeit snugly) in the seat and pull the seatbelt tight, as opposed to asking for a belt extender, and I feel thin. But then I review photos I've taken and catch my own reflection in the glass door behind the subject and see the rolls of fat still sitting in my lap.

The funny thing is that I'm the same me in all the instances. Thinner than I was, fatter than I want to be, fitter than I ever was.

But my mental response to these situations changes. It's easy to grab the tomatoes or the V-8 juice or the yogurt when I'm feeling thin. It's my reward for doing all the right things, it makes me feel good about myself. ("You're a thin person; thin people really like this stuff. Treat yourself right; eat the right thing. Doesn't that feel good?")

It's a real struggle not to slather on the butter, drive through a fast-food joint, or turn down a margarita (or two) when I'm feeling fat. It's a comfort for feeling "other" and it's a punishment for not being in control. ("Can't pass up that chocolate cake? There! Take that, you fat pig--take a croissant and a slice of pizza too. That'll teach you....")

It gets really boring having these mental duels with yourself.

Quote of the Day

Disillusion is a natural stage that follows the holding of an illusion.

~ Susan Shaughnessy

Today's Photo

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Something else I couldn't do a year ago--swing in a hammock

One Year Ago
Blank Out
(Free association writing)

Two Years Ago
Clan of the Cave Girl
(Invitation to a drumming)

Three Years Ago
I Finally Crashed
(Not Sleepless in D.C.)

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Pounds Lost:  67.6
(this figure is updated on Tuesdays)

On the Odometer

Blue Angel Total 928.6
2003 YTD Cumulative:  430.2

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