I went through a lot of introspection over the years about body image, like many women are forced to do throughout life. And this is coming from someone who has always marched to their own beat, no matter how much I tried to blend in. (Masking can work temporarily but always comes with a cost.) I came with a large frame, broad shoulders and with an early puberty, broad hips, and a big ole booty. And all of this when I was a normal weight for the better part of my life. So even then, I got comments about being big if not outright fat when I was just fit.
I’ve written extensively throughout my blog about my body struggles. I started gaining a ridiculous amount of weight in my late 20s due to antipsychotic mood stabilizers that I never needed. ADHD misdiagnosed as bipolar. 80 lbs in app. 8 months kind of fast. Dealt with depression over that for a few years before wrenching my ankle stepping off of a curb humiliated me enough to diligently diet and exercise. It took a year and a half to lose 63 lbs and the plateau stuck there despite still being overweight. Six months of no more loss turned into major burnout. After a year, the weight crept on.
I got to about 215 lbs before my sister and I resolved to lose weight together. She did, I just kept gaining. I was working twice as hard trying to catch up. This is when I learned I was fighting hormonal hell and an ovarian fibroma looking to kill me. Again, talked about extensively in former posts. I was about 235-240 prior to surgery. After surgery, I dropped 10 lbs but ended up at 246. Doctors found fatty liver, gallbladder polyps and gastritis this time.
But instead of being discouraged, I saw hope in this. Why? Because those are things that diet can actually reliably help. So I made grocery lists diligently and started prepping. I got this. I’ve done this before and knew exactly what foods to focus on. Over the next few months, I have consistently lost two lbs a week, exactly what I was aiming for, no more no less. As I said before, without hormonal chaos blocking my efforts, I already had the discipline. Last week’s weigh in put me at 221.5 lbs. I don’t weigh daily or even weekly. I weigh at the end of the month and hope it’s about 8 pounds less than before. It works. I’m not prone to fixation on the obsession of that number every time so I can spend more time focusing on calorie burn and exercise and alleviating stress. So I’ve already lost 10% of my starting weight but the end goal is nearly 40% of loss from that number. Again, 150 is firmly in the normal zone for my body type and I don’t care to go beyond that. I could only get to 167 before the time bomb inside of me started working against me.
And this is the driving point behind starting a post about weight loss again. Obesity is not a discipline problem. Many times it’s a very complex problem. I started with looking at it like a discipline problem because that’s always the first assumption. And yes, I had a food insecurity issue. I used to ask my dad to buy specific foods but if I didn’t eat them right away, he would and I would deal with the crushing disappointment of the loss of that comfort food. So I’d often binge a lot of comfort foods after seeing them, knowing they weren’t guaranteed to be there if I waited. Yet that problem being removed didn’t fix it. Even once I maintained a healthy and strict discipline, I dealt with the disappointment of calories in calories out letting me down. I had doctors check my blood but tests were always normal. No metabolic or thyroid or issues so it was always insinuated that I was just lying about diet and exercise. Not that my neglected reproductive system was killing me slowly. I still firmly advocate for women to get screenings outside of what is routine only for pregnant women. Child free/less women should be screened regardless, especially when family history, pressure or pain in the abdomen, etc. exists.
Please don’t fall into the trap of thinking you aren’t doing enough. Chances are you’re doing far more than most and have crept every nook and cranny of the internet and doctor advice you could possibly find and are being failed. If you’re a woman reading this, you may need to assert the importance of screening, scans and blood tests more regularly than recommended. The recommendations fail us often. Luckily, because I do press now, they found my three new abdominal issues early and diet actually can help now. Even in a household rife with pizza rolls, hostess cupcakes and high sodium frozen dinners.
I still ‘cheat’ but I don’t consider it the crime some do. I dong deny myself the things that aggravate my conditions; in fact, causing the discomfort only reaffirms why I love a healthier normal now. I fully remember to appreciate the efforts needed to lose weight and stick with it. Diets and exercise are hard to figure out for all of us. I’m happy to share some tips that might work but you may need to learn which foods, healthy or not, you can and can’t tolerate to tailor my advice towards your own journey. All the same, I want women to start to genuinely understand that obesity is not a personal failing. Medicine can fail us, genetics can fail us; don’t let anyone gaslight your efforts or make you feel like one ‘cheat’ was the catastrophe holding you back. You can fall off the wagon with diet and exercise more than you think and still succeed IF you’re not battling an unknown diagnosis. Fight to be heard. Fight to be on this earth longer and stronger. Fight to feel good again.