Who Am I Kidding, I Feel Fat
Eight weeks into quarantine and no surprise that my weight is weighing heavily on my mind. Apparently, one of the by-products of quarantine is a rollercoaster ride of emotions. Out of nowhere you can become all weepy or conversely, elated. This week I was sitting on my sofa and suddenly I was crying. I just let the tears flow and I felt better when it passed. I guess the absence of social human contact is taking its toll.
Eating dulls the ache. With food as a major focus, I have become hyper-aware of my weight. I refuse to get on a scale, however, I know from the tight fit of my pants, that I have gained weight. Yes, I have to wear pants when I walk Paco or go to the market.
I have one full length mirror in my apartment. When I walk past it, I look away. I’ve developed that “if you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist” attitude. I guess it’s a defense mechanism or perhaps complete denial?
I think quarantine is playing tricks on my mind:
Is “walked past” or walked passed” grammatically correct …
I have written about this before, so I apologize for repeating myself. Naturally human beings have different body types, the reality is that some of us will never be thin and some of us could never be fat. Unless I’m very ill, I will never be skinny. All my life I have dreamt of being skinny. I wish I knew why; I don’t necessarily like feeling this way, but it is what it is — the grass is always greener . . .
There have been a few times in my life where due to surgery or stress, I have dropped a good deal of weight. During those times, although psychologically I was happy to be thin, I looked terrible. My face is too long to be thin, my frame is too large and wide; therefore, without meat on my bones, I look sick. One would think that having this knowledge would be enough to settle my mind and I’d just be satisfied with a “healthy” look. One would think.
I have my father’s body and I seem to have a weight my body comfortably settles into. I know I have some control over how big I get, but I also know that my body type is genetic. So when will the mental agony end?
We all enjoy blaming the media for a lot of our issues. We have been looking at beautiful people in magazines and on screen for so long, the ideal body type is ingrained in our psyche. By now we all know that what the media might see as the “ideal” body type is not a representation of how most of us look.
Sit at an airport lounge when things get back to normal. You will see every type of shape imaginable. The vast majority of people in our world do not look like the people in magazines. There has been an effort in recent years to change that, however, it’s a slow process and we’re a long way off. It is a known fact that seeing a likeness of yourself depicted in the media, helps you feel more comfortable with your own body type.
A piece on body type worth looking at.
I loved it when I started seeing bald male models. Unfortunately, overweight middle aged male models are a long way off; probably not in my lifetime. When you do see it, it’s Joe Middle America in a sad sitcom or a reality crime show.
Good health is linked to good eating and exercise. I embraced this fact many years ago and I attribute my excellent health to living a lifestyle where nutritious fresh food is paired with daily exercise; providing for a better quality of life. However, because I am human and because I have weaknesses and character flaws, I often veer off course. This pandemic has been a good excuse to sit or lounge a lot more and therefore, gain weight from being sedentary. And then there is the baking . . . just because. I am exercising several times a week, but not moving nearly as much as I usually do. The age factors in and metabolism is the enemy. Cookies and cake and ice cream and rich savory dishes and trips to the grocery store as my only activity; all leading to weight gain. It’s a downhill spiral with no end in site.
People all over the world are experiencing the same problem, but that doesn’t make it any easier. Please allow my gym to reopen soon.
Letting it Go
Often, when you share these thoughts of being overweight or out-of-shape with friends or acquaintances, their first reaction is to say the following:
- “You are not overweight.”
- “You are the healthiest person I know.”
- “Are you kidding me?”
- “Are you fishing for a compliment?”
- “You have nothing to worry about.”
- “You should see a professional.”
- “We all feel that way.”
- “Have you looked around these days.”
- “You know it’s not true.”
- “You look great for your age.”
- “This is a temporary situation.”
- “Just buy new jeans.”
What people do not always understand, is that in no way do any of these statements make you feel better. You might be flattered for about three seconds, but the reality is, if you feel overweight, than nothing other than weight loss can make it go away.
Talking yourself into believing something, is common practice. I tell myself that everything in life is a trade-off. If I’m going to eat the things I love, I’m going to have to deal with a few extra pounds. I also tell myself that at my age, being slim and toned is not as important as it was in my 20s and 30s; after all, no matter what I do I will not have the body I once had. To be honest, I give up on dating at least 100 times a day.
I tell myself that what matters now is that I remain healthy so that later in life, when my body continues to age, I will maintain a good quality of life. For example, if you exercise and stretch your muscles, they will continue to help you move without pain and discomfort. Healthy lungs, a healthy heart, a stimulated brain, and so on, will all insure ease of movement and a sharp mind later in life. I’m not in a hurry to experience this, however, it is a motivator.
When the elderly are asked what they would have done differently, they often say the following:
- They would have worried less
- They would have exercised more
- They would have taken better care of themselves
An expert speaks:
Older people who smoked, didn’t exercise or became obese were regretful about it, but the issue wasn’t only about dying.
“Many people will say to themselves, ‘I enjoy smoking’ or ‘I don’t like to exercise’ or ‘I just like to eat — who cares if I die a little sooner?’” Pillemer noted.
“The problem is in this day and age is you’re not going to die sooner; you’re going to be stuck with 10 or 20 years of chronic disease as modern medicine keeps you alive.”
Their advice: Pay attention to your health and change your lifestyle if it’s making you unwell, otherwise the incredible burden of chronic disease will make your life miserable.”
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I just keep telling myself that this will end soon and life will go back to normal. The truth is, because of my lifestyle and my love of rich foods, I will never be thin and that has to be okay. I’m grateful that I’m not diabetic, not obese, not addicted to sugar, not lazy, and not an alcoholic. I do consider that any of these issues could become an unwelcome reality.
Ina Garten is one of my favorite television personalities. She has been overweight since I started watching her cook. She wears clothes that are flattering, she never apologizes for her weight, she has a beautiful genuine and hearty laugh, and she seems to truly enjoy life. When she had the gourmet food store, The Barefoot Contessa, in the Hamptons, New York, I would marvel at her magnificent displays and incredible food. I always wanted to buy and eat everything. If I could spend a day with any celebrity, it would be Ina. She made a quarantini on social media recently, and it went viral — everybody loves Ina.
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Well, my dear friend, you could have / should have started this post with : Dear Linda LOL
Don’t fret about a few extra pounds now, they are calling it “the Quarantine Fifteen” so you’re not alone. Even I, who have basically been stuck in my house for the past 6 years have gained weight during Quarantine. Don’t ask me why, I’m really not eating any differently and my activity level has always been “low”. You are right, however, about elders saying they wish they had led a healthier life earlier on to save themselves from pain and misery later in life. Such is the case with me. I was diagnosed with Diabetes in my late 20’s. I never took it seriously, never tested my sugar, just popped a pill every morning and every night and ate whatever I wanted. Now at age 60, I am certainly living with the consequences. It started with the amputated big toe 6 years ago. It’s been downhill ever since. For the record, you have never been “fat”. You are tall and broad as you stated, but I have never seen a belly on that body of yours. You lead a healthy life and it shows. When this crisis is over, you will go back to taking long walks around town with Paco, going back to the gym, and cooking healthier meals again. For some of us, unfortunately, it’s just too damn late. Even if I were skinny and healthy, breaking my back 2 years ago would have done me in anyway, so here I am. I truly love you and miss you terribly my childhood sweetheart. You will always have a special place in my heart and I wish you nothing but health and happiness xoxoxo
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I know our circumstances are very different, but of course you can relate. I hope your staying healthy. I know you’re one of the people in the “dangerous” category. I just booked a trip to Manchester in July. It’s been difficult not to be able to travel.