This is a recycled post from 2014 with up-to-date additions in red. Today is my six year anniversary of being abstinent from sugar, flour and alcohol.
I remember the moment I realized I was fat.
It was a rude awakening to hear Dave Lamb infer
it on “Come Dine With Me South Africa” and
I was blown away by his cheekiness.
It was a rude awakening to hear Dave Lamb infer
it on “Come Dine With Me South Africa” and
I was blown away by his cheekiness.
I was in a room full of people who were watching
the airing of the TV show and cheering me on,
even though we all knew I hadn’t won. At the very
end of the show I declared “It’s over!” to which the
narrator said “It is now!” as I laughed.
the airing of the TV show and cheering me on,
even though we all knew I hadn’t won. At the very
end of the show I declared “It’s over!” to which the
narrator said “It is now!” as I laughed.
We have a saying in America – “It’s not over until the fat lady sings.”
I was laughing my melodic laugh, a song on most other days –
Most other days where I’m not called fat on nation-wide TV.
I was laughing my melodic laugh, a song on most other days –
Most other days where I’m not called fat on nation-wide TV.
“Does he mean I’m fat?” I cried out loud. No one knew what
to say. Not even Mario, who had been in one too many of these
situations; it was no-win for him. He could see I was hurt
and just smiled, encouraging me (as did everyone else) that it
was a joke about my laugh, not a crack about my weight.
Somehow I got over it, but it always stung every time I
re-watched the episode. After all, I knew what the
narrator meant.
to say. Not even Mario, who had been in one too many of these
situations; it was no-win for him. He could see I was hurt
and just smiled, encouraging me (as did everyone else) that it
was a joke about my laugh, not a crack about my weight.
Shooting Come Dine With Me in our neighbor's backyard |
re-watched the episode. After all, I knew what the
narrator meant.
Even after the episode of Come Dine With Me aired,
my eating habits didn’t change much. After all, my
husband loved me madly, I had a lot of good friends
who supported me, and I was still a great hostess.
My family has always been very supportive of me and
wanted me happy, no matter what. Weight wasn’t a
factor in me being loved or feeling loved, and yet, the
truth was this: I was overweight. My husband’s opinion
would not change that. Neither would my family’s or my friends.
my eating habits didn’t change much. After all, my
husband loved me madly, I had a lot of good friends
who supported me, and I was still a great hostess.
My family has always been very supportive of me and
wanted me happy, no matter what. Weight wasn’t a
factor in me being loved or feeling loved, and yet, the
truth was this: I was overweight. My husband’s opinion
would not change that. Neither would my family’s or my friends.
After moving back to America, I took stock.
I left my personal trainer behind in South Africa,
I was starting over in Sacramento, and I recognized the
crossroads in front of me. I had never been ready admit
to myself until April 22, 2013. On that day, I decided to
get the weight off, once and for all. So, I did.
I left my personal trainer behind in South Africa,
I was starting over in Sacramento, and I recognized the
crossroads in front of me. I had never been ready admit
to myself until April 22, 2013. On that day, I decided to
get the weight off, once and for all. So, I did.
I’ll keep it off, God willing. I know the patterns
that made me overweight in the first place.
I have the desire to beat back death and sickness
and the lies that used to live in my brain. I am currently
in the process of being transformed and restored.
that made me overweight in the first place.
I have the desire to beat back death and sickness
and the lies that used to live in my brain. I am currently
in the process of being transformed and restored.
I wanted to share seven powerful truths that caused
this change in my head, which is really where
I’ve lost the most weight:
this change in my head, which is really where
I’ve lost the most weight:
1. I got honest with myself.
I was overweight by anyone’s standards.
Even though I’d never put a lot of faith in BMI charts,
they are a good place to start in determining if I was
truly overweight. A healthy human adult should weigh
a certain number of pounds (or kilos or stone) for their
height , unless they are a bodybuilder or a gymnast.
I was neither.
Even though I’d never put a lot of faith in BMI charts,
they are a good place to start in determining if I was
truly overweight. A healthy human adult should weigh
a certain number of pounds (or kilos or stone) for their
height , unless they are a bodybuilder or a gymnast.
I was neither.
I was overweight on most days, using most scales,
during every season. The reason I was overweight
wasn’t because of my genes. It wasn’t because I was
fifty and had an early hysterectomy. It wasn’t because
I had supreme cooking skills and a lifestyle of hosting
so many people in my home.
during every season. The reason I was overweight
wasn’t because of my genes. It wasn’t because I was
fifty and had an early hysterectomy. It wasn’t because
I had supreme cooking skills and a lifestyle of hosting
so many people in my home.
I was overweight because I ate whatever I wanted when
I wanted it. I had rules for my overeating and they made
sense to me: I was allowed to splurge at parties, on special
occasions, on Sundays, bar Mitvahs, etc. My permission slips
to overeat were surpassed by morning-after regrets, where I
stood on the bathroom scale and vowed to eat clean, healthful
foods from now on. I tried to eat right, I really did. I tried
every weight loss program ever, and my weight loss was temporary,
returning once again, when I gave myself permission to
eat what I wanted.
I wanted it. I had rules for my overeating and they made
sense to me: I was allowed to splurge at parties, on special
occasions, on Sundays, bar Mitvahs, etc. My permission slips
to overeat were surpassed by morning-after regrets, where I
stood on the bathroom scale and vowed to eat clean, healthful
foods from now on. I tried to eat right, I really did. I tried
every weight loss program ever, and my weight loss was temporary,
returning once again, when I gave myself permission to
eat what I wanted.
I actually had a deeper problem – a terrible self-image
and a nagging feeling that I didn't have enough of anything
I wanted. Overeating was only a symptom of this problem.
and a nagging feeling that I didn't have enough of anything
I wanted. Overeating was only a symptom of this problem.
2. I learned about food and the power it had over me.
A person who is overweight usually has other health concerns.
I had chronic asthma and took my inhaler wherever I went.
I had antacids at my bedside, in the kitchen and near the TV.
I had chronic asthma and took my inhaler wherever I went.
I had antacids at my bedside, in the kitchen and near the TV.
When I decided to follow an eating plan that fed my body
(instead of my taste buds) I started taking care of the Janet
who lay dormant inside of me. I studied the body and hunger,
watched movies on nutrition, shopped for organic produce
and fresh, whole foods. I started paying attention to which foods
satisfied me most. I added gooey things, like aloe vera and chia seeds.
I measured my portions and didn't get seconds, ever. I ate three
meals a day and nothing in between. I had scientific proof that
the food I was eating was enough to sustain me.
(instead of my taste buds) I started taking care of the Janet
who lay dormant inside of me. I studied the body and hunger,
watched movies on nutrition, shopped for organic produce
and fresh, whole foods. I started paying attention to which foods
satisfied me most. I added gooey things, like aloe vera and chia seeds.
I measured my portions and didn't get seconds, ever. I ate three
meals a day and nothing in between. I had scientific proof that
the food I was eating was enough to sustain me.
The first few weeks were brutal. My emotional response
was very bad and I felt “hungry” all the time. The truth of the
matter was that I was coming off white sugar and white flour;
I was an addict to both–and the addict inside me demanded her fix.
was very bad and I felt “hungry” all the time. The truth of the
matter was that I was coming off white sugar and white flour;
I was an addict to both–and the addict inside me demanded her fix.
Most of the time I was “hungry” I was tired - I needed rest.
I tried to lay down every time I was hungry. It was excruciating,
but I did it. Once I admitted I was an addict, I was okay knowing
that. I had to start somewhere.
I tried to lay down every time I was hungry. It was excruciating,
but I did it. Once I admitted I was an addict, I was okay knowing
that. I had to start somewhere.
3. Alcohol had to go.
Alcohol is a food. It goes into your mouth and is processed by
your several systems that keep your body moving. When I decided
to be honest with myself I that included that I would have to be
honest about everything that I was ingesting.
your several systems that keep your body moving. When I decided
to be honest with myself I that included that I would have to be
honest about everything that I was ingesting.
I suddenly was confronted with addictive patterns that didn’t belong
in my life. I had been using food and alcohol to tranquilize my pain.
I never processed the pain that was causing my compulsive patterns.
Food I couldn’t eliminate, but alcohol I could. I gave up the best red wine,
the finest martinis--and said hello to water, tea, and kombucha.
in my life. I had been using food and alcohol to tranquilize my pain.
I never processed the pain that was causing my compulsive patterns.
Food I couldn’t eliminate, but alcohol I could. I gave up the best red wine,
the finest martinis--and said hello to water, tea, and kombucha.
And I still haven’t said goodbye to Diet Coke. A friend who has
watched my transformation up close suggested that I watch a
documentary on aspartame. I groaned. Maybe she's right.
Note: I still drink Diet Coke--they have Vanilla flavor now! Don't judge me!
4. I had to process sources of pain that caused behavior
that I didn't want in my life.
that I didn't want in my life.
Read that again.
If I had to be honest and weigh and measure my food,
AND give up the hooch…. I had to begin a journey into
the center of my soul and start dealing with emotions and
pain that I didn't like talking about. The journey of processing
pain, forgiving, and then moving on, is not done overnight. It's
exhaustive and exhausting, but much better than plastering
assorted wounds without paying attention to why they are there,
and addressing why they're not going away.
AND give up the hooch…. I had to begin a journey into
the center of my soul and start dealing with emotions and
pain that I didn't like talking about. The journey of processing
pain, forgiving, and then moving on, is not done overnight. It's
exhaustive and exhausting, but much better than plastering
assorted wounds without paying attention to why they are there,
and addressing why they're not going away.
The funny thing about wounds is that they cause behaviors.
I was stuck in these behaviors: acting angry or wounded when
someone said something wrong, carrying hurts that I didn't
deserve, needing attention at inappropriate times. I had real
wounds inside of me that I wasn't taking care of, and they were
bubbling up into my daily life. If I had to be honest, I would have
said that I don’t have time to take care of them, or I didn't know
how. On top of that, I was taught that if I believed God fully, my
wounds would just disappear.
I was stuck in these behaviors: acting angry or wounded when
someone said something wrong, carrying hurts that I didn't
deserve, needing attention at inappropriate times. I had real
wounds inside of me that I wasn't taking care of, and they were
bubbling up into my daily life. If I had to be honest, I would have
said that I don’t have time to take care of them, or I didn't know
how. On top of that, I was taught that if I believed God fully, my
wounds would just disappear.
I've learned how to participate in a lifestyle of healing my wounds,
which means working together with God, so I can fully understand
the process. When I do this, I am less likely hurt others that I care about.
which means working together with God, so I can fully understand
the process. When I do this, I am less likely hurt others that I care about.
My new lifestyle included a lot of honesty, humility and reflection.
I'd lived a life that discouraged looking within too much, so I had
to give myself permission to tend to my own wounds. I'm a work
in process.
I'd lived a life that discouraged looking within too much, so I had
to give myself permission to tend to my own wounds. I'm a work
in process.
5. I had to be accountable to someone safe.
What would I do without friends? I have so many who are lovely
and loving – they genuinely care about me. One of my friends is
my official “bullshitometer” on this journey. I can squeak past most
friends with my old patterns, but not her--she had recently started a
similar journey herself. She had a similar moment of awakening and,
like me, was confronted with painful patterns in her own life. Because
of her journey, she can relate to mine. We both are becoming “filled
with sanity” little by little.
and loving – they genuinely care about me. One of my friends is
my official “bullshitometer” on this journey. I can squeak past most
friends with my old patterns, but not her--she had recently started a
similar journey herself. She had a similar moment of awakening and,
like me, was confronted with painful patterns in her own life. Because
of her journey, she can relate to mine. We both are becoming “filled
with sanity” little by little.
Because of her, I can be honest about my deep emotions
and my food battles. Even sobriety and self-awareness can’t hold
a candle to the beam of the truth that comes from a good friend.
She understands the truth behind the truth.
and my food battles. Even sobriety and self-awareness can’t hold
a candle to the beam of the truth that comes from a good friend.
She understands the truth behind the truth.
6. I have rediscovered God.
Oh, boy...confessions of a missionary. In all the years that I had
“served God” (and I mean this in the most humble way) I had
neglected my true love. I loved being busy doing good things,
but forgotten about the reason why I was doing them. He is my
first love. This rediscovery of faith has been very personal and
private, but very real. It's happened with grace and with love.
I'm opening the doors of rooms I'd forgotten all about, by God's
grace, and have been receiving with love…true love.
“served God” (and I mean this in the most humble way) I had
neglected my true love. I loved being busy doing good things,
but forgotten about the reason why I was doing them. He is my
first love. This rediscovery of faith has been very personal and
private, but very real. It's happened with grace and with love.
I'm opening the doors of rooms I'd forgotten all about, by God's
grace, and have been receiving with love…true love.
I get shy talking about this, mainly because it's about such a
personal thing of how I am intimate with God. I spent years
running around doing things for Him, even in His name, and
now I realize that He wanted only me. That’s refreshing.
personal thing of how I am intimate with God. I spent years
running around doing things for Him, even in His name, and
now I realize that He wanted only me. That’s refreshing.
7. I started practicing gratitude.
The antidote for the poison of “never having enough_____”
is gratitude. It doesn't matter what you think you have too little
of, gratitude is medicine. Gratitude allows us to count our
blessings, be content with slow progress, and celebrate minor
victories.
is gratitude. It doesn't matter what you think you have too little
of, gratitude is medicine. Gratitude allows us to count our
blessings, be content with slow progress, and celebrate minor
victories.
When I came home to the United States, I swore I would eat
mounds of pizza and heaps of Mexican food. My new lifestyle
is in conflict with overeating, so this hasn't happened, but I'm
grateful for raw and organic foods that abound here. I'm grateful
for a grandchild's smile and streams of sunshine. I have to remind
myself that inhaling and exhaling are gifts I’m not entitled to.
I practice loving things that before I would complain about.
mounds of pizza and heaps of Mexican food. My new lifestyle
is in conflict with overeating, so this hasn't happened, but I'm
grateful for raw and organic foods that abound here. I'm grateful
for a grandchild's smile and streams of sunshine. I have to remind
myself that inhaling and exhaling are gifts I’m not entitled to.
I practice loving things that before I would complain about.
I adore raw red cabbage. I love raw cauliflower. I'm grateful for
beans and legumes. I've got a long list of things I can't believe are
mine. I have to say it over and over again several times an hour.
Thank you, God! I am grateful.
beans and legumes. I've got a long list of things I can't believe are
mine. I have to say it over and over again several times an hour.
Thank you, God! I am grateful.
The journey has just begun, six years later, it's ongoing, but I can
tell you this: It has been three months since I started a journey of
being kind to myself. In those three months I have lost thirty
pounds (13.6 kg’s) in six years, I've lost a total of 50 pounds
(or 22 kg's) but more important than this, is that I've kept it
off for six years. It's a day-by-day process, but I'm incredibly
grateful. I have a graveyard of unused inhalers, I don’t even
know where Mario keeps the antacids and I haven’t washed a
martini glass for three months. I have not had a drink of alcohol
in SIX YEARS--not one drop. Praise God!!
tell you this: It has been three months since I started a journey of
being kind to myself. In those three months I have lost thirty
pounds (13.6 kg’s) in six years, I've lost a total of 50 pounds
(or 22 kg's) but more important than this, is that I've kept it
off for six years. It's a day-by-day process, but I'm incredibly
grateful. I have a graveyard of unused inhalers, I don’t even
know where Mario keeps the antacids and I haven’t washed a
martini glass for three months. I have not had a drink of alcohol
in SIX YEARS--not one drop. Praise God!!
Instead of feeling deprived, I feel free. If I were honest, the
best reward is being free. This is still true, even after six years.
That revelation is an example of irony, a funny one, that makes
me laugh--but now no one says that the fat lady is singing.
best reward is being free. This is still true, even after six years.
That revelation is an example of irony, a funny one, that makes
me laugh--but now no one says that the fat lady is singing.