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24 Sep 2023

They’re all still just me

The weather turned cooler this past week, and I didn’t have any cool weather pants that fit me so I went out and got some jeans and pants. And I am down another size to a U.S. size 8. This is the smallest I have been in the last 10 years. 

I have spent the past 10 years actively separating my self-worth from the size and weight of my body. Mostly because I was forced to. Because I had already given up man-made sugars, grains and starches, and my eating didn’t seem to have any great impact on my size. Eating grilled chicken on big salads didn’t make me any skinnier than fried onions and bacon. So I ate the bacon, obviously. 

And it was an amazing lesson in my own beauty, my own personal value of myself, and the way I could change my world just by loving my body exactly as it is. I had my sugar addiction arrested, and I could trust that the body I had was the right body for me. The size was incidental.

But now I’m in a more socially acceptable body, and it’s hard not to think “better” or “good.” It’s hard not to think of it as a reward for something. Patience? Commitment? It’s hard not to think “finally!”

This, though, is when I get a glimpse of my own contrary and non-conformist tendencies. It’s like I also don’t want to be more conventionally attractive because I worked so hard on loving my bigger body. And it worked! I did. And I was proud of and inspired by my size 14 gorgeousness. I was beautiful and sexy and happy.

But isn’t loving my body unconditionally also loving it when everyone else “likes it better” too? Of course it is.

I guess what it comes down to is that I am a little resentful of the way we treat bodies in our society. As if they are an out of fashion hand bag and the one carrying it should do better, as opposed to the holy vessel of another spiritual being. My size 14 body was still a channel for all of the experiences of life. Joy and pleasure and pain and sorrow. And a size 8 body is too. And both and everything in between, are all still me. Just like that 300 pound 19 year old girl was me too.

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17 Sep 2023

Am I the drama???

Last Sunday I went out to dinner with my dad and stepmom. And I had a difficult time getting what I needed. Definitely not the worst experience I have had by a long shot, but annoying and frustrating.

I had a waiter who kept saying “but…” every time I asked for something out of the ordinary. When I asked for my burger to be “just the meat on the plate” he tried to explain to me how the burger comes. I said that it was fine, but I only wanted the meat on the plate. Then I asked for a big plain salad. He explained to me that the burger comes with a little side salad. I told him it was not enough and I needed a whole big salad on the side. He never did get it for me. And rather than ask for it again, I just reached into my purse and pulled out a bag of cherry tomatoes I had brought for just such a situation, and put them on my plate right in front of the staff. He also didn’t put in my order of 3 orders of sautéed spinach, so I had to wait until everyone else was half way through the meal to even start. I also asked for a big extra plate and he stared at me and told me the burger would come on a plate. But I weigh my food. Even at restaurants. So I need a plate to put on the scale, weigh my meal, and then I send the rest of the plates back. But I don’t think I should have had to explain that to this guy. I just needed him to follow directions. I feel like I must have been glaring at him. But frankly I don’t care. I definitely snapped at him once. Thankfully my husband stepped in at every moment I needed him to, to get the waiter to just do what I needed.

I don’t like to eat out because of things like this. Frankly, most of the time, waiters are great, and follow my directions perfectly, and the food is delicious. We are good tippers even when the service is bad. Even this guy got over 30% and I was annoyed at him the whole time. 

But even when it’s good and easy, the possibility of trouble is stressful. Plus, I had this experience at a place I have eaten at many times before AND I called ahead this particular time anyway to make sure I could get what I needed. Even after all my due diligence, the experience was lacking. Though the food was absolutely amazing.

Even after 17+ years, there are times and moments when I have to deal with stumbling blocks to keep my eating boundaries. The good news is that after 17+ years, nobody is thinking I could or should or would just let it go. Just accept what I was given and make nice. I don’t make nice around food. It’s life or death for me. And if you think I’m being overly dramatic, you are clearly not an addict. Addiction is dramatic. And so is recovery.

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10 Sep 2023

Get you a partner who grows!

There are all sorts of big changes going on over here. My plumbing works like a dream, and my patio, which had to be dug up to replace some clay pipe, has been reinstalled, but with a handy-dandy new access point so we won’t have to dig it up again. The shrubberies in front of our house have been removed. Plus, new siding has been ordered, and hopefully that and the porch will be replaced by the end of the month.

But even bigger than that, my husband and I have started a new morning routine working out together. And it’s pretty amazing. 

The truth is it’s nothing crazy. He has a rowing machine and I have a mini stepper. We wake up at around 4 in the morning and do half an hour of cardio. I do some floor exercises and stretching while he showers. I see him off to work and go about the rest of my day. By 7am I have drunk my water, worked out, showered, done my writing, meditation, and written my gratitudes, and had a big, delicious breakfast. 

I love that my husband has made this choice for himself. I did not ask him to, I did not need him to, I did not think he “should.” He told me he was thinking about it. I asked him if he would like me to join him if he did. He said he would. 

But phew if it isn’t sexy as hell. It’s not about bodies or attractiveness. (I sent him a screenshot of an ad with one of those fitness couples and captioned it, “It’s us!” And boy did we laugh. Friends, it will never be us…) It’s about having a partner who wants to grow. It’s about having a marriage that is so good we both want to be around for it longer. It’s about being a better version of myself so I can be a better wife. And having a husband who sees that and thinks “ok. Bet.” 

I’m still in limbo in terms of what comes next for me in my work and money life. But I have a good feeling about this new routine. Fingers crossed that this new way of life shakes something loose for me.

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03 Sep 2023

No time to need to know

I can’t find my car keys. I have *a* set of keys to my car, but not *my* set. 

I ran errands on Wednesday. I didn’t do anything Thursday that required leaving my house. And then on Friday, the plumbers called to say that they were on their way to dig up and replace my pipes, so I needed to move my car. But I couldn’t find my keys.

After a very long time looking, I finally decided to just use the spare set to move my car. And then I used the spare set to run more errands.

But once I got home, I was back to looking for the keys. I would partially do some task, thinking about where my keys could be, and then stop what I was doing to go check some really ridiculous place. At one point on Friday, I was literally wearing one sock with my hair half braided because twice I felt compelled to stop getting ready for my workout to go look in my underwear drawer or my laundry hamper or under the bed.

I didn’t want to keep looking. I knew that it didn’t matter. I had the spare set. Surely the keys would turn up eventually. But I could only wonder if I put them in the fridge when I put the groceries away on Wednesday. Did I go upstairs to get yarn at some point? Did I leave the keys in my yarn closet?

My brain is obsessive. I already know that. And there was a time when I could, and sometimes did, lose whole days to looking for something I lost. But when I got my eating under control I *had to* eat my meals three times a day. That meant stopping what I was doing. It meant making and eating my portion-controlled, sugar-free meal, no matter what obsessive thoughts I might have. It meant getting the distinction of “priorities.”

When I got my eating under control, I was told I had to call someone every day and tell them what I was going to eat the next day. Over 17 years later, I still do that. Every single day. (Ok, occasionally I text or leave a voicemail. But still every day.) It taught me that there is power in telling another person my intentions. 

Finally I called my best friend and I told her “I need to tell someone that I am going to let this go because I am obsessed with needing to know what happened to them. And I don’t have time to need to know!!! I have to workout and eat lunch! I have shit to do!” 

My bestie said that it was clear that I was not done looking. (She was right.) And that that was ok. But that now was not the time. It was time to workout and eat lunch. (Right again!) Did I already know that? Yes! Could I get there on my own? No!

Days later and I still don’t know what happened to the keys. And I still take a moment occasionally to look in ridiculous places. (The box where we store the outdoor cushions? The countertop behind the microwave?) But the truth is, missing the set is barely even an inconvenience. And I expect the keys will turn up eventually. And even if they don’t, if it becomes a problem in the future, I will deal with it then. But I was probably on track to lose a whole day. When all I needed was a little help to reset my brain.

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