There are different statistics out there about the percentage of people who gain back weight after losing a significant portion of it. There is scientific evidence suggesting that fat cells do not actually disappear without some kind of extreme intervention, they merely shrink. The data can be bleak if you pay much attention.
A recent Facebook interaction with a dear friend preceded by an encouraging conversation with a new acquaintance only a few days before, has inspired me to start a series of blog posts about my journey overcoming food addiction. If you look at the statistics of people successfully overcoming drug or alcohol addiction for the rest of their lives, the data is bleak as well. That does not mean no one does it, it just means most don’t.
Unlike controlled substances or illegal drugs, you will die without food. Food is fuel. You need it for your brain to work, muscles to flex and accomplish your daily business. Food is also the most socially acceptable substance to abuse. My experience has been people more hastily criticize someone choosing to not eat certain foods than they will someone gorging past the point of comfort. My goal here is to simply acknowledge managing food is tough stuff. It’s not easy, but it is possible.
There are people who argue that everyone carries weight differently and that some people are just made to be fat. They will claim their metabolisms are slow or that society unnecessarily judges them for being who they are. If that applies to you, this series of blog posts is likely not your cup of tea.
I hated being fat. I hated not being able to walk up stairs comfortably…Not able to run a block without feeling like my lungs would collapse…Not able to fit into clothes at Target. I hated being overlooked, treated like I was invisible while my sexy, skinny friends got all the attention. I HATED being the project of the “wing man”. I disliked feeling fatigued…I felt trapped in an ugly, “too big” body and didn’t know what to do about it. I hated myself because of it.
Now, I can run several miles without feeling the least bit winded. Last fall, I completed my first marathon. Stairs are no trouble at all, unless I run up several flights of them at a time, but even then, I can keep going without feeling like my legs will fall off. I have a full, happy life and have recently been recharged by some new people who have blessed my path. This was not accomplished just by dieting…. no… just dieting does little long term.
Did I follow a meal and exercise plan to the letter for several months? Yes. Do I still follow it to the letter now? No. Did I change my lifestyle? Yes. Is it easy? No. Did I have support? Yes. Do all my friends, family and coworkers follow my diet? Not a bloody chance!
In the next few weeks, I’ll be writing about what’s worked for me, what’s set me back and what keeps me going. I am not a doctor, psychologist or nutritionist but I have successfully kept off 30% of my original body weight for over 3 years now. I’ve taken the advice of all three classes of professionals and am an expert at being human. A mom…A wife… A business woman… A friend…
SIDE NOTE: If you have a particular struggle you want to share or a topic you would like me to cover here, please email me at powerfrominside @ gmail.com.
From my hear to yours, thank you for reading.