As you can see from my signature, I haven't lost all that much weight, but I am beginning to feel completely different. I am so much more assertive now. I am beginning to speak my mind.
Like yesterday when someone thanked me for participating in a program and I said, "You're very welcome, but I don't want to do it anymore. The people here don't treat me well and I don't need that." And she not only understood, she said she felt that way herself and started talking about ways to change it. I guess I've been participating in that program for two years and never complained once because after all, someone wanted me to do it so I have to do it, right?
Or like there's a doctor at work who is just hateful and mean to everyone. She always hurt my feelings. But I kept being nice to her and saying "hi" to her (she never answers), hoping that one day I'd win her over. I should have known better all along, but suddenly one day I realized, "It's her problem, her loss." I no longer care what she thinks of me. Why would I?
I had become so very private. I didn't share a lot of what was going on with me or how I was feeling with even my closest friends and family members for fear of eliciting disapproval of some thought or idea or feeling. And I needed their approval because I didn't have my own. So it was always a cheery, "I'm fine, how are you?" And then I would feel alienated and disconnected from them.
I'm realizing that I've been so silent for so long. That was not me before I gained weight. But I see now that obesity kind of made me feel like I really had to earn my right to exist through good works and pleasing others. What a shame, what a waste.
I have a lot of healing left to do. I'm just amazed at how the mere knowledge that I am taking care of myself and getting healthier has made me realize that I'm worth it.
I know this reflection has been long and very personal, but I decided to share it with you because I felt you would understand.
As you can see from my signature, I haven't lost all that much weight, but I am beginning to feel completely different. I am so much more assertive now. I am beginning to speak my mind.
Like yesterday when someone thanked me for participating in a program and I said, "You're very welcome, but I don't want to do it anymore. The people here don't treat me well and I don't need that." And she not only understood, she said she felt that way herself and started talking about ways to change it. I guess I've been participating in that program for two years and never complained once because after all, someone wanted me to do it so I have to do it, right?
Or like there's a doctor at work who is just hateful and mean to everyone. She always hurt my feelings. But I kept being nice to her and saying "hi" to her (she never answers), hoping that one day I'd win her over. I should have known better all along, but suddenly one day I realized, "It's her problem, her loss." I no longer care what she thinks of me. Why would I?
I had become so very private. I didn't share a lot of what was going on with me or how I was feeling with even my closest friends and family members for fear of eliciting disapproval of some thought or idea or feeling. And I needed their approval because I didn't have my own. So it was always a cheery, "I'm fine, how are you?" And then I would feel alienated and disconnected from them.
I'm realizing that I've been so silent for so long. That was not me before I gained weight. But I see now that obesity kind of made me feel like I really had to earn my right to exist through good works and pleasing others. What a shame, what a waste.
I have a lot of healing left to do. I'm just amazed at how the mere knowledge that I am taking care of myself and getting healthier has made me realize that I'm worth it.
I know this reflection has been long and very personal, but I decided to share it with you because I felt you would understand.
Nancy