What do you think it is?
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I have lost a hundred pounds twice already.
Once when I was pregnant. I started out weighing about 180 and got up to 278 before my kid was born. I dropped twenty pounds and him with it, and eventually, about a year later, I was back at 180. 180 is still a bit overweight for me, but I liked what I looked like and I felt good.
But the weight would never stay off. I would go on serious diets to get back down to 180 but would never make it to my high school weight of 155. Good, but not good enough. So I would drift up and then bash it down with pure and total concentration -- low fat, low carb, shakes, drinks, bars. I'd get up to about 230 and panic, smoke like crazy and be afraid to quit, get back down to 210...on and on like that.
Then around 2001 for some reason ( or lots of reasons such as depression, exhaustion, frustration, and various other shuns) I gave up and let myself get up to around 278 again. I just didn't care and refused to go out, and then one day I decided to go on low carb for real and inexplicably was able to stay on it for seven months. I lost 100 pounds and then finished up the year pushing my weight down with low carb and exercise to 153.
I said 153. My hair fell out and grew back. I was a size eight. I really thought i had a handle on the weight thing after that, I thought I'd be a lowcarber for the rest of my life.
So then the same thing happened. I would just get tired of *obsessing* so much about this. I would let myself go out to dinner, eat carbs at night, and did I *really* have to work out for two hours a day every day? I mean how is this possible to keep up month after month and year after year?
So by 2009, I was way over 200 again. 250, 265...my mother died and I went on Medifast and lost 40 pounds for her memorial. I hated the idea that all her old friends would be looking at me and thinking oh, wow, she got fat just like her mother did.
All of 2009 was like that. 220...250...265...240...then 2010 I gave up dieting because I was just so damn TIRED OF IT. I stuck around 250 for awhile but then I got meds for depression, which brings me to a little bit before now: 285.
What I was thinking all through the winter was that I was going to be fat for the rest of my life because I was *never* getting back on that ride again. I would not not NOT keep fighting with my damn scale day after day> I was not going to go through the sweat, blood, tears and obsession over something so completely STUPID only to gain it all back again. Truthfully, *dieting* has been my true career.
In fact, so far I'm not finding the post op diet to be hard at all. Do you know how many times I've done this? How many times I've lived on liquids only, diet shakes, Protein sparing fasts? ALL MY LIFE, DAMMIT. I'm not convinced my metabolism is screwed up but I know my head is. I've learned to dread social outings of alll kinds because I know people will expect me to eat and I can't. People ask me out for coffee, I say no because I can't have a cappucino and a muffin, all I can have is plain Water or decaf with splenda. Or? I weigh 250 pounds and that muffin is no fun anyway.
Insert clockhands moving around a dial to depict me ranting on endlessly into the night about this, but here is what I am really wondering:
Why is everybody so fat all of the sudden? It used to be you'd put a woman who'd lost and gained a 100 pounds twice on a television talk show for people to murmur at. It used to be that a 300 pound person was direly and directly gawked at, it used to be that a 500 pound person was a medical oddity.
Why are we like this and how did we get here? I no longer think the problem is *me* anymore. Or that I was doing anything particularly wrong. I think there is something wrong with western culture or our environments, something they are putting in the water, some kind of mindfuq going on between the womens magazines and the producers of high fructose corn syrup...*something.* Because it's just weird that so many of us, increasing numbers are in the place we're in right now.
Don't you think?