Familiar Scenarios

For the most part, you eat all the "right" foods and you move your body (as in, maybe you’re not a hard core exerciser but you’re certainly not a couch potato) but you still continue to gain weight. Why? Not understanding the other factors involved in your struggle could leave you feeling very discouraged .    

Perhaps you're always riding the wave of the latest diet trend and you lose some weight. You hit the gym hard and lose some more weight. As the other super heroes would do, you thumb your nose at all of those naughty foods that you crave because they won't beat YOU - you have the willpower to resist them! You feel exhausted...BUT...you see yourself as a total badass for being in control of this area as long as the wave lasts. Then something happens. The wave of perceived success peters out. The weight you worked so hard to lose starts to creep its sorry ass back into your jeans (oh, and those pounds rarely return alone...no, no...they love to bring their snot nosed friends to the party on your thighs). You did what you were supposed to do - according to society: you majorly restricted calories, took weight loss supplements, denied yourself the pleasure of eating and exercised just short of dropping. Why the hell didn’t that work? At this point, you might be feeling like a failure.

Your body appears normal to most people but you hate it. As a matter of fact, you are disgusted by it. You stay up late at night and after everyone goes to bed, you open that bag of pretzels. You're just going to have a couple...the salty goodness is calling you. You don't know why you keep eating them. Ok...just a few more...then you'll put the bag away. Perhaps you do put the bag away. Do you ever come back for just one more handful? Or your trigger food could be ice cream. It could be anything. The food changes but the behavior is relatively consistent. Some people purge after these episodes. Others just sit with the feeling of hating themselves for not having enough self-control. Why does this keep happening? The vicious cycle could cause you to feel hopeless and defeated.

Do any of these scenarios sound remotely familiar to you? You are NOT alone, I promise! We have so many issues around food and spend hundreds of thousands of dollars every year on the next magic pill or potion that claims it will give us a beach body or help us "get our life back". I’m letting the diet industry secret out of the bag: whatever “it” is…it won’t do those things it claims on a sustainable level. Only we have the power to make true life changes and allow ourselves to be healed. What many people are not yet doing is seeking help to get to the source of their issues around food (if you're extremely lucky, it's just one source...but many times there are multiple things contributing to our struggles). That is why I have chosen my career as an Eating Psychology Coach. I wanted to know WHY! Why was I a vegetarian for nearly 20 years and struggling with my weight? Why did any weight that I managed to lose come back with a vengeance? Why would I start eating again when I should be fast asleep? Was I being punished by the universe for the way I treated people when I was thin and sexy? There have been  so many moments in my life that I have asked the universe…why me? Those questions don’t get answered until you invest in yourself and make your health and wellness – mind, body and soul – a priority. 

Anyone can abuse themselves in the pursuit of a low BMI. That is sustainable for very few people and what kind of life is that anyway? It doesn’t have to be that way, my friends. Yes, inner work is the longer road to wellness but it is so much more sustainable and certainly more loving to oneself.

Have you ever taken the scenic route even though the interstate would have been faster? What did you notice? I take in so much more of God’s beautiful creation when I take the road less traveled. I see things I never noticed before or perhaps I spot something that I forgot even existed. I am reminded of a time when life was much simpler…and usually happier! When I reach my destination, I don’t ever remember saying “Damn…that was a total waste of my time”.

You are not alone with these struggles and you do not have to face them alone. Invest in yourself. Do not let money or circumstances prevent you from taking this important step. No matter your location, if you feel that you could possibly benefit from my services, please contact me today.    

Oh, the demons we feed

I am NOT a perfect eater...I DON'T have a beach body...nor do I have a 21 year old's vibrance. I have been where many of you are now...hating your body...feeling unworthy of this or that because of your size...having abused yourself over and over again with chronic dieting, punishing exercise and harsh self judgment. I certainly still have struggles...but now I have the education to tag along with my passion to treat myself better as a soul on planet Earth. I have a little story to share with you about the demons we fight...and what happens when you stop the fighting...and start the dance.      

So, I've just made a pretty bad ass career change: I've earned my certification as an Eating Psychology Coach. Over the eight months I spent studying for my certification, I didn't give much thought to the day that I would meet many of my classmates at the alumni conference in Colorado. I like to call it my "graduation" because it was there that I actually received my certificate that names me as a Certified Eating Psychology Coach. When I look at that beautiful document, I cannot believe it has MY name on it...AND it's officially signed. This is really big for me because the only educational venture that I truly completed other than high school (and underage drinking in college) was a travel school in Florida. What the hell?  Exactly. It was a fun experience. Moving on.

When my training was complete, my husband and I embarked on the long drive from Dallas, TX to Boulder, CO, to meet classmates that I had only blindly "met" via Facebook and conference call. I comically began to visualize walking into a conference room full of small seats and tiny women in yoga pants. {insert record scratch here} WAIT. WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING? Am I going to be the token fat girl who studied eating psychology in a class full of yoga instructors? I did a pretty good job of hiding my growing panic. We arrived at the hotel and I could see a mob of my peers socializing near the lounge. I was in full NSA-drone-stealth-mode (because that's how I roll when I'm being a chicken shit pansy) so I quickly checked in and made my way up to my room to avoid an awkward "fat girl in the health/wellness industry" moment. Mission accomplished.

The next morning we went down to the hotel's gorgeous restaurant for breakfast prior to the start of the conference and the choice was menu ordering or buffet. Although I started to order off the menu, the server informed me that it's cheaper to do the buffet because my choices were already included in that price. I seriously still hesitated...because of the size of my body and the stigma that's attached to buffets...what would people say when they saw me go up there? "Oh, see...yeah, that's why she's a chunk...she chose the buffet...let's see how much she eats". Um...yeah...see, no one actually said that...it was all that voice in my head so I shivved that bitch and saved a couple bucks. The food was amazing...and I showed the people around me...who were not at all interested in what or how much I was eating ...that I can eat at a buffet without having to wear sweat pants. What a relief! 

Anyway. My husband wanted to leave to go skiing and it became apparent to him that I was lingering and avoiding...slowly sipping my coffee. He asked what was going on with me. I looked out the window at those gorgeous Rocky Mountains in the distance (it's symbolic!). "I'm scared to go..." I said as my freshly mascara'd eyes filled with tears. My newfound fear of being rejected based on my size was welling up inside of me and I was sure I was walking right into the mouth of some terrifying monster down the hall. My husband leaned in close to me at the table and said..."Honey...God brought you here for a reason....now go in there and FACE YOUR SHIT!".

Is that even legal? Did he really just use God and the word "shit" together to make a point to me? You're damn right he did. You know why? Because God knows exactly how to get through to me. I laughed through my tears and kissed my husband goodbye...then made the slow and sobering walk towards those double doors at the end of the hall.  

I signed in and guess what? It didn't say "Token Fat Girl" next to my name. Whew! That was a close one. I looked around and didn't notice any one looking strangely at me or snickering with their buddies. I found a seat and anxiously waited to meet my mentor, Marc David. When Marc arrived, he received a standing ovation. Not surprising since he is probably one of the most remarkably wise men I've ever met. He asked for someone to share how the program changed their life. Crickets...no sounds...no volunteers...then...MY damn hand shot up! What? Who the hell is doing that shit????!!!   Way to just push me out into the deep end, God! I wondered if I could just share my little story from my seat. Nope. Called up on the stage.

I was shaking and my eyes immediately filled with tears as I looked around the room at everyone who I was certain was silently judging me. Marc grabbed my hand and started swinging it like we were two little girls on the playground. He looked right into my soul as he said, with the most comforting smile..."It's ok...just take your time". Through my tears and trembling voice, I managed to start with something like "I was afraid to come in here today...I didn't know if I would be accepted because of my size. I wondered if I was walking into a room full of yoga instructors". Then, because I cannot let an awkward moment go without a little humor, I told the group that I hoped I didn't look like Tammy Faye Bakker. A few people caught what I said and laughed and saying it helped me to relax slightly. I proceeded to share with them little snippets from my life: I have struggled with my weight for most of my adult life and I've never understood why I gained so much since I had been a vegetarian for nearly 20 years. Over those years, I had gained/lost/gained probably 150 lbs or more. I've lived with "ghosts" of the beautiful figure and confidence of my youth. I have defended why I don't consider bariatric surgery as an option for treating my weight issue, while feeling alienated by some very important people in my life who believe my problem is hand to mouth, plain and simple. This dysfunctional ride just made things worse.

I shared with them that I KNEW I could heal this...I KNEW it was not food at the root of my weight issue...and I NEEDED the support of those who loved me! So how did it change my life? My training forced me to look deep within myself and shine the light in painful places that wanted to remain hidden. It put ME in front of a mirror...first to explore who I really am and then how I can begin to love myself again. I had to learn to LISTEN to what my body was trying to tell me...and part of that was facing the sobering fact that I needed to add high quality, clean meat back into my diet. That was an immense challenge for me on the emotional level and was not taken lightly. I explained that the culmination of my training was this: I am not broken and I don't need to be fixed...I am worthy of love from others and, more importantly, myself...my body is a wise protector and it has served me well...but now it's time to heal those areas that it's protecting.  

During this entire time, Marc was holding my hand tightly and then he asked me to look around at my peers, many of whom had been moved to tears. He asked me if I felt accepted and loved...and I did beyond words. He kept me up on the stage for a few more minutes while he talked about the challenge of our work as counselors, all the while still holding my hand. When it was time, he turned and hugged me tightly, thanked me for sharing so honestly with the group and kissed me on the cheek. I felt like a rock star that entire weekend and left with an awesome perspective on my mission because so many people approached me to say that my story was inspiring, heartfelt and real. They connected with what I was brave enough to say in front of everyone and it helped others gain the confidence to share their stories as well. You see...everything that happened on that stage didn't just happen to me, it happened to my demon too...that ugly voice inside of me who utters abusive, hateful things about myself. Always tearing down instead of building up. During that beautiful weekend in Colorado, I showed my demon some love for the first time. It was seen. It was acknowledged. And it was softened. It will always be part of me...and sometimes gets it's panties in a wad. That's perfectly ok. I don't fight it anymore. I breathe, I love it up, I dance with it...and I accept it as proof that life is not perfect. It's absolutely uncertain, but I'm still blessed to live it.    

I am exactly where I am supposed to be in my life-and no matter what my weight is at any given time, God has blessed me with the desire to walk hand in hand with others who need the encouragement to dance with their demons. We are born to love and be loved...and we are worthy of that at any size.