Let's blame...
1. My parents. Sorry mom and dad, but growing up on food that was sugar-free, fat-free and taste-free has left it's mark. I remember a Christmas video of my sister and I decorating the tree, and I excitedly informed my younger sis that as soon as we were finished we would be rewarded with a piece of sugar-free Extra gum.
Really, guys?
I definitely, definitely took advantage of the foods I had missed out on growing up, but to the extreme. See? Not my fault.
2. Sydney. I love you, but having a child has screwed up my metabolism. Not my fault.
3. Weston. I love you, too. You are my enabler. I can cry "food addiction" and beg for help until I'm blue in the face, then turn around and convince you that YES, pizza is definitely the best option for dinner because yaddah yaddah yaddah, excuse excuse excuse. So, YOUR fault.
4. My friends and family. If I were a drug addict, would you still offer me drugs after I've complained about how miserable they make me? When I recieve an invite for a girl's wine and cheese night, or a family breakfast that is bound to include bacon, sausage, eggs and cheese, do you really think I would say no? See? It's your fault.
5. Myself. I have aches and pains and health issues and (ALTOGETHER NOW!) yaddah yaddah yaddah. I can't exercise like everybody else. I can't diet because I have to eat certain foods at certain times. Not my fault.
Wow. That sounded a bit more snarky than I intended it to be, but for the sake of fairness I've written this like TWICE and my computer keeps freezing and deleting my posts.
I guess my point is that YES, you are responsible for your health, but I truly believe you have to hit some sort of "bottom" to get the motivation that changes your life.
NO, I am not saying that every overweight person is just lazy and making excuses, this is just MY experience and I am trying to come to terms with the fact that I've been doing it for so long, I actually have to change my ENTIRE mindset to get back on track.
And, mom? I really did enjoy those fat-free Entenmann's pastries you used to buy. But not the Snackwell's. Gross.
This would have been a miracle in my childhood.
Haha, good post, good points.
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean. Friends and family are definitely the worst for me. I can just feel their criticism if I declined dessert... looking me up and down and thinking how I could 'do' to put on a few pounds (just coz they're bigger). How the hell do you think I stay this size if I didn't choose healthy??!
...and I hate turning down people's hard work and thoughtfully prepared cooking :) (even if it's cheese & bacon sliders).
Nice! LOL totally agree only mine would say "Husband, its your fault for loving me unconditionally" GEEZ you make it too easy! LOL Great post Kristen, and I am so proud of you! Your amazing!
ReplyDeletejust came across your blog and excited to read through it. i've gone up and down with weight the past 4 years and i am at the point i don't want to go past... i'm determined to stick to my guns and get in shape. i do juice so i'm excited to see more about what you say and your advice.
ReplyDeleteoh wait, pizza isn't the cure for everything??? oh man! :)
It's almost like I could have written this (minus the little baby)! I am amazing at extremes. I will decide I'm just so sick and sad with what I've done to my body that I go to the extreme opposite and cut out everything bad and then fall right off the wagon and binge because it was too restrictive, then feel bad again, blah blah blah. I'm finally to the point where I'm taking responsibility for the fact that I'M the one that made this "mess" and I have to be the one to change it. Your blog is so real, and it's so nice to hear I'm not alone with the same struggles I face. I grew up with a super healthy house too, and I did the same thing once I was old enough to buy my own food and make my own choices. Then I started dating my husband and we went out to eat a lot for our dates, and I quickly started gaining weight. Instead of choosing something at least healthier I chose whatever I wanted because I was a tiny little thing and wasn't worried about it. I wish I could reach back in time and hand myself a picture of the future me. I would've chosen a piece of grilled chicken over fried... Keep up the great work, and know you're not alone with your difficult journey! Thank you for sharing your story!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading! :-)
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