February 25, 2013
43.9 pounds to go
I am a Capricorn and live up to my stubborn goat
nature. I don’t care if no one else can
accomplish x, y, z, I am going to do it better and without any help, thank you
very much. You are an idiot for your
inability to perform and I must be weak if I can’t do it on my own.
This of course, is rubbish, but nonetheless it’s ingrained
in my core, so I have a hard time letting it go. I’ve been headstrong for as long as I can
remember -- when I was five years old I came marching in after pre-school and
demanded my parents stop calling me Dolly (my nickname up until that point) and
call me Bonnie because that was my name. I kicked my mom out of my room to dress
myself and tie my shoes at a very early age and I remember saying “stop it, I
can do it myself” a lot. Throughout my life, people say “I don’t know where she gets it from” and “she’s
always been a self starter,” but I don’t even know where it comes from. It’s been there before cognitive thinking
even took root in my brain. Was I born
with it? I don’t know. Maybe.
Even now, I have an extremely difficult time asking for
help. With work, I have a bad habit of
taking on too much and delegating some lesser responsibilities
can feel like tearing off an arm. I feel
the constant need to prove myself (especially now that my company was acquired
and I'm once again a the bottom of the food chain) and
since I am a producer, I tend to get more tasks dumped on me because I can
handle more than most. It takes a lot of
courage to say “I need help” or “I need to move this project or account to
person x, y, z” because then it would seem like I can’t handle my job. And then if I can’t handle it they’ll
consider me weak. And if they consider
me weak then I’m going to get fired. It
triggers a destructive line of thinking which doesn’t do me any good. What I need to do is admit that I
need to task some responsibilities and and not worry
about what people might think of my performance.
Does this mean I ask for help every single time that I need
it? No.
I still get stubborn. What I find
happens when I don’t ask for the help I need is grump-master-McGee emerges. I compartmentalize
my frustration and then that frustration is always there instead of being
released. Then I get angry because I
need help. And then another task is
dumped on me when I’m already at capacity.
So instead of being able to ask nicely for something I’m cornered and
have to say “no way” to another project.
Or someone demands me to do something when I’m overloaded and it’s all I
can do to run to the bathroom and cry before anyone sees me.
When it comes to food especially, it seems silly that I
would need assistance. On one hand, with
general thinking, it seems like what I choose to put in my mouth and harnessing
self-control should be easy, because after all, I’m the only one eating for my
body. I’m the only one taking the action
and I’m the only person it affects.
Presto! Easy! I think this is why so many people don’t
seek help because the perception is that it should be simple. And when we struggle it triggers a “shame” button
(at least in me). Once that door is
opened, it can let in a flood of self-destructive behavior. Flog me! I’ve failed!
In reality, weight loss is one of the hardest fucking things
in the world to do. Why? Because to lose weight, I have to
fundamentally change my eating habits for life.
Now, if I’ve been saying “I can do this on my own” since I was at least 5 years old and need help for the first time, you bet your ass it’s going to be
hard to ask. I’ve been eating without
awareness or control nearly all my life (my Mom paid attention for me when I
was young, thanks Mom!) and now I have to pay attention AND force myself to
stop after 1400 calories every day? I
can feel my body tense up already and prepare for battle. “La resistance! Prepare to storm zee castle. Ve will not let zese reediculous new thoughts
block our joie de vivre – la food!”
People always say that no one likes change, but there’s a difference
between not liking it and acknowledging that you’re experiencing it. It’s easy to point a finger at someone else
and say “you’re acting like a monkey because you don’t like change.” But to point it at oneself and admit “I’m
acting foolish because I don’t want to change” is infinitely more difficult.
Ultimately, like I’ve mentioned in previous entries, I have
to deal with loss. I’m losing my chance
to eat everything in sight. I’m losing
my rationalization. I’m losing the
justification to eat a loaf of bread.
I’m losing a pillar of support I thought I had when I get
overloaded. No more extra food. No more of what I thought was giving me
comfort.
That’s where the help comes in. How do you get it? Where do you go? What works best? There are a lot of answers to these
questions. When I did the Optifast diet
back in 2004, the best part of the program was the support group. In order to participate, it was mandatory to
go to a group therapy session once a week – then you got your shake mix at the
end. I learned things in those classes
that even stick with me today. They were
individual lessons that add up to the ability to change. The programs that seem to get the most long-lasting
kudos like Weight Watchers do this.
Also, with Overeaters Anonymous you can find support groups almost
anywhere every day and go sit in for an hour.
I think this is particularly helpful because you can find a sponsor who
will help you in your times of need.
Someone to call when you’re feeling weak. While I didn’t go to this program, my brother
recently lost a lot of weight and in the beginning I would call him instead of
reaching for keys to drive to fast food.
Just having him there to talk me off the food-ledge provided that extra
something I couldn’t do on my own.
Where else? If you’re
not someone who likes to get support in person, there are online forums. MyFitnessPal has an online streaming section
that shows what your friends are doing and you can also go online and chat with
like-minded people. I’m sure a good
google-ing session would provide endless forums where you can find
health buddies. For me, writing through
my journey has been a fundamental thing that keeps me on track, and all my
readers who give me support are extremely helpful.
If you’re not into sharing your feelings with a group or
don’t like the online world, I would recommend one-on-one therapy. This method has always worked best for
me. Since I don’t like to ask for help
in the first place, oftentimes I let it go too long and then schedule an
appointment and say “I’m going crazy!”
and then she says “I can’t believe you’re dealing with the level of
stress you have, you’re not crazy.” And
then I leave more balanced. It’s easier
for me to hash out my feelings one-on-one on an uncomfortable subject with someone who has and objective eye and has my best
interest at heart. She’s the one who
helped me realize that stuffing myself for comfort was unusual as well as
finding out where the “I want it all” syndrome came from. Sometimes I just go in and cry my eyes out
for an hour and I know she will hear me.
It’s confidential, private and I would highly recommend it. Of course, it may take a few tries to find
the right person to listen, but they’re out there.
Even though it sounds like a cliché, asking for help is
never easy. And you never realize how
hard it truly is until you have to ask for it.
I will jump hoops, go into denial, fall into an exhausted heap and put
up other huge walls before I break down and admit that I need help. I can do two jobs at once. I can lose 100 pounds on my own. I can be emotionally unaffected by
change. Plus plan a wedding at the same
time. This is about the time I’ve had
friends say “woman, are you insane? How are
you doing this?” Then I go to therapy
and learn how to get my balance back. It’s
something I have to work at every day and I'm not ashamed to admit it.