I’m having a hard time right now living in my body. My knee hurts a lot and I actually bought a folding cane this week to have in case I need it. I’ve been aware of my size and feeling uncomfortable physically but also in my head as I see myself in a mirror or think about the fact that finding clothes that fit and actually look pretty is usually an exercise in futility.
Today’s outting to do that ended in a little mini-meltdown at the Avenue over a display of sweaters that were too long, too ugly, and not in my size. I’m not desperate enough to buy just something to cover me – but I do need some new things because the clothes from last fall are snug around the hips.
The right solution is to magically adhere to a food plan, watch the weight drop off, and skip happily into the future as a thin person. But that’s not happening. Right now I’m hanging on by my teeth to staying in one place on the scale. The idea of working the WW plan just seems to have a reverse response in that I start sabotaging myself as soon as I try. So I’m not.
There’s a difference between being fat and accepting that you will always be fat even though there are health and other issues associated with it, and being fat and trying to change it. I’m somewhere in the middle between them right now, I think. I’m really really tired of defining myself as my body size. And I also want to be able to accept myself in this body size without turning that into a decision to stay at this supersize forever.
Many of you have suggested/recommended/advised that I get some therapy help. And I do understand where that comes from. I am making the choice not to. Twice before when I asked for help from someone in a therapy role, I was abused, once physically and once emotionally. I’m not going there again. Instead I’m going to listen to my friend Amy in Hawaii, who is the most positive person I know. She’s focused on living her dreams, not dwelling on the things that get in the way.
I don’t even know what my dreams are anymore; I’ve been too focused on my body and not my heart. It’s time to pay attention and ask myself some questions.
UPDATE — Head over to Beula’s Dear Ethel site and read Friday’s post on Self Respect. Great list!