
While speaking to a group this past week, the comments of several
of the guests stayed in my mind long afterward. I've thought a lot
about them since then, and realized this was definitely something I
should be addressing in my column.
There were two females that spoke about weight loss, and the self-esteem/trust
issue. Each on opposite ends of the equation. We'll call them Betty
and Bonnie (not their real names.)
Betty's Story:
Betty was always thin and trim (usually through starving herself)
from childhood to college; then into her late twenties. Betty never lacked
boyfriends or popularity and because she could usually get a little "edge"
in life with a flirt and a wink, she didn't exactly challenge herself to
be more. In short, things came a little easier to Betty.
At age 29, Betty married. She wed Rob, a man that she now believes married her
for those good looks and perfect figure. In only a little more than a year,
she gave birth to her first child, and what should have been the picture book
of the perfect young American family fell apart because the glue holding
them together melted. She was no longer thin, trim, or perfect. And the more
her husband pointed this out, the more she turned to her new love - carbohydrates.
Like a drug, they dulled her pain and made life bearable. At least for the
short time she was feeling their warmth.
All of this was 12 years and 116 pounds ago. Rob is gone. She didn't divorce
him, he divorced her. Even though for years Rob continued to beat down
her self esteem, she stayed. She'd never known challenges before meeting Rob.
Because everything had come easily, Betty had invested nothing in herself or her
future.
And now, as she's made the decision to turn it around, her enemy is her own
past. She told us how much she wants to lose this weight, and be freed from
her addiction to carbs. But she fears being thin again will mean she'll go
back to being vulnerable. She'll go back to getting her validation from others.
In some ways, Betty likes her fat-self better than her thin-self.
When I heard her speaking, I realized that I had not been considering that.
How many of our struggles are in part because we fear letting go of some of
the safety afforded us by our extra weight?
It was Betty's speaking out that prompted Bonnie to share her thoughts as well.
And Bonnie is proof that we can come down an entirely different road and arrive
at the very same destination.
Bonnie's Story:
Bonnie came from a family of "pleasantly plump", Midwestern, well mannered people.
Doing the "right thing" and self sacrifice were strongly encouraged in Bonnie's
household. Her mother was a teacher; her father a minister. And Bonnie was
always, always on her best behavior. Her schoolwork was done on time;
her room was clean; her chores at home accomplished. She really didn't date...
both because her parents discouraged it (she said they'd feel better if their
children were at least 21 before going out on unsupervised dates), and because
the opportunity really wasn't there. As Bonnie entered high school, she was
already 30 pounds overweight, and boys weren't exactly knocking down her door
for the chance to escort her to a prom.
Over the years that followed, Bonnie met and married Bill, a young man in the
neighborhood that her parents approved of, and the two of them built
a proper and respectable life together. While they didn't share passion or
excitement, what they did share was a mutual addiction to carbs. Bonnie
cooked and baked every day, remaining a stay-at-home wife. A starchy meal and
sugar drenched dessert were ready every day when Bill came home from work.
Her home was spotless, and her free time was given to charitable pursuits. She
was the same Bonnie she'd always been.
Then a friend sparked her interest in low carbohydrate eating and allowed her to
see she was most definitely addicted to the sweet stuff. Quite out of character,
Bonnie made the decision to leap into the plan. And though Bill was not supportive,
he did not try to stop Bonnie either. She began seeing more and more success
and commented that she felt she had awoken from a long drug-induced sleep. She
felt good physically, had energy to spare and really began to care about her looks.
She made an appointment at a hair salon (she'd never been to one before) and in
one day she traded mousey brown hair pulled back tightly for a chic new color and
cut. Her next stop saw her nails done. And soon she was enjoying the thrill of
assembling a new wardrobe. Bonnie felt attractive, something completely new for her.
As the weeks passed, others noticed too. Men noticed. For the first time in
Bonnie's life, men were flirting with her. She'd catch them staring at her in
restaurants, and even at the market. She found it hard to ignore the elation she
was feeling.
And then it occurred to her that she was flirting back. She was making overtures.
She was a married woman, yet she was feeling dangerous and exciting. That safe,
proper life at home with Bill didn't feel so desirable anymore. One day Bonnie
came very close to sharing more than flirtatious banter with a handsome neighbor,
and she found herself practically running back to the safety of her kitchen.
What was she doing? She looked down at her hands and saw they were shaking, and
she walked directly to the cabinet and grabbed one of Bill's Danish pastries he
was so fond of. She gobbled it up, and reached for another. She ate this one
more slowly, allowing herself to taste the sugary icing. She felt the old familiar
rush, and then the calmness.
It was her first "fall" from the diet, and the resulting binge lasted weeks. She
gained weight and with it both a renewed sense of safety that she was "the good girl"
again, and an overwhelming sense of failure.
Bonnie's struggle, like Betty's, is now with her own demons. It isn't just about
the process of weight loss, and of getting thin. It's about trusting yourself
to handle it. And about knowing your worth and your values are not in your
body size. Losing the weight is only one part of the battle. You must trust yourself.
And trust is a leap.

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