@postaday 296; #postaday2011.
Ever since my mom put me on my first diet at age 13, I’ve been self conscious about my body. I didn’t know I was a chubette. I remember a week or two of salad, hot dog omelets, and no bread. I lost 13 pounds in 10 days. I was surprised. She was happy. Thus began my tumultuous relationship with food, the scale, my mother, and my body image.
When I went to basic training with the U.S. Air Force at age 18, we ate three meals a day, were in bed by 10 and up by 555 a.m., we marched for miles, and we also had to run 1.5 miles in less than 20 minutes. I gained a pound a week in the last three weeks. It floored me. It was muscle, but it was also a number, which disturbed me very much.
I look back at photos from when I was younger, and I see this healthy looking and very fit young lady who believed she was a big fat pig. What did I miss out on with such a preoccupation getting in the way?
Check out this Facebook page, This is My Body Project. It’s about getting a grip on the reality of your physical self and accepting it. Still, it’s hard to rewire one’s sense of self.
There are three camps:
- You can look in the mirror and think how fat you are and let that work for you. You can let it keep you from eating or drinking too much. You can use it to motivate you to work out a lot.
- You can look in the mirror and think how fat you are and say there is no point in trying to change, there’s no point in cutting back. I’m old, I’m over the hill, I’m invisible, what does anyone care?
- You can look in the mirror and think OK, this is what I’ve got, what can I do about it?