Eating My Way Fat
I am fat. This is pretty obvious, but it's still hard for me to admit. I wear my weight *very* well and know how to dress it to hide it. I'm not saying I don't look overweight; I do. I just don't look as heavy as I am. Even my docs say I don't look that big. But this year is about truth. The truth is, I take lots of pictures and find the ones that I think make me look smaller. I know I've always done that to some extent--picking pictures that make me feel pretty, or at least prettier--but one of the things about finding my truth is peeling back the layers, removing the veneer, and exposing myself. I need to look at things in the hard light of day. So, here it is.
I weigh 265 pounds. My BMI is 38. I was startled to discover that I am only a few pounds away from a classification of "clinically severe obesity". I am already at an increased risk of diabetes, not just from my weight, but having had gestational diabetes--twice. I am also a comfort eater. I eat to make myself feel better. I eat to reward myself for a job well-done. I eat when I'm bored. I love sugar and fat. There are times I can eat just a little of something "bad," but more often than not, I cannot control myself. I have come to understand the struggle of addiction. I *know* I shouldn't eat something. I *know* I will hate myself after I eat it. I *know* I will feel miserable when I weigh myself. I *know* it's bad for my health. None of that stops me from shoveling it into my mouth anyway. The more difficult thing about food addiction is that there is no going "cold-turkey." No complete abstinence. You can't rid your house, or your life, of all food. You also can't just stop going places where it's available. Food, particularly junk food, is ever present. You *have* to find a way to moderate yourself. This is, and has always been, my biggest struggle.
In the past, the solution for me has not been to stop eating the junk entirely. Rather, I would exercise to compensate. It's not a perfect solution, but it's better than my current combination of eating crap and *not* exercising. So, I'm going to make time for exercise. I have chosen to motivate myself by signing up for a mini-marathon in May. That's 13.1 miles. I have done 3 half-marathons before, so I know I am capable of doing it. It's just a question of getting my body back in a condition to get it done. And, to keep myself moving forward, I am already verbally committed to do another one next January. My plan will be to complete at least two half-marathons each year to keep myself in better health.
In the process, I expect I will release some weight (I call it releasing instead of losing because I usually end up looking for things I've lost). According to the BMI calculators, I should weigh no more than 173. That's 92 pounds from where I am, and a weight I haven't seen since I got married. Since little goals are easier to achieve, I have set myself the following benchmarks: 240, 220, 200, 180. At each benchmark, I get to reward myself, but not with food, or a day off of exercise. I haven't figured out what my reward will be yet, but I have some time to figure it out--about 25 pounds worth of time.
Here's the thing. I want you to hold me accountable. To those of you who are friends on Facebook, I will be posting my workouts using Map My Run. If you think I have started slacking, feel free to call me on it. I will post a starting picture and then at least a monthly picture. I will also post updates here. Since my word this year is truth, my plan is to post the good and the bad. I want to be honest about my struggle and how I'm trying to make myself better. So, that's part of my plan for this year. Stripping away fat; stripping away layers of camouflage; and finding the true me hiding underneath. I hope you'll join and support me.
Me at 265: