I’m morbidly obese. I’m still coming to terms with my age and my clothing size being nearly the same. I’m not happy with the reflection but that’s not what this is about. This isn’t about weight, or food or compulsion. This is about the diet industry. This is about my brain, and how it can either be an ally or my worst enemy.
Everyone at some stage in their lives will struggle with their weight, or their perception of that weight. It’s almost like it’s built into our psyche. A quick google search will provide you with every ‘diet’ under the sun with promises to get that body that you need and want. A vast majority of them tell you that staying at a healthy weight is as easy as your output being higher than your input. It’s common sense they tell you.
This is where I start to feel uncomfortable. I’m not naive, nor am I stupid, I know that if I eat too much that I am going to put on weight. I KNOW this and yet here I am, morbidly obese. I can tell you the physical effects of food and exercise. I’m fat, not stupid.
I can write a healthy eating plan, ensuring that the calories are enough to stay out of starvation mode but not so much that it will cause weight gain. I know that exercising for at least 30 minutes a day can help to stave off a myriad of health problems. I’m fat, not stupid.
Where does this leave me? It leaves me with my thoughts. My body image, my motivation and my ability to see the awesome effects. Being healthy has a lot more to do with what is going on in our heads than what we put in our mouths. Changing our lifestyle choices come down to our motivation and how much we want to change. If we don’t want to change, our subconscious will always be there ready to trip us up. I’m not making excuses, I KNOW what I have to do. I’m fat, not stupid.
As soon as my mental health starts to slip, and I can feel myself sliding into the all too familiar black hole, I know that my physical health will be affected too. The two are interconnected in a never ending loop. Taking care of myself mentally, ensuring that I am working to bring back my motivation means that my physical health begins to improve. I can’t have one without the other.
The method of weight loss and staying healthy is simple when written down, but until your thoughts match up, the self sabotage will creep in. I know that I need to lose weight. I know that I am unhealthy. I know that I need to do more. I’m fat, not stupid.
Is your brain your biggest ally, or like me are you still battling?
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