Goals? What Goals?

Now that I am back in Weight Watchers, I was curious about some of my successful history.  I did some research about my journey through the WW app.  The first interesting fact I noted is that it was 2 years ago today - June 10, 2017 when I hit 205# for the last time.  Somehow that seems very symbolic to me.

The other thing I learned is that in my 2015-16 year, it took me 7 months to lose 40 pounds.  I started in September, and it was March when I hit -40.  If I could lose 40 pounds in 7 months then, why can't I lose 40 pounds in 7 months now? 

My new goal is to be down to 200 pounds by the end of 2019.  Let's set Jan 1, 2020 as my goal to see a number below 200# on the scale!

I can do this!  Go... Go... Go... Go!

:)A

Hi! My name is Amy...

...and I’m a Food-aholic.

Does that sound silly to you?  It sounds silly to me - like it is a joke that is commonly made by overweight people?  They often say it with just a hint of irony poking through.  The fact is that is isn’t a joke. It’s a very real thing, and I am coming to grips with the fact that it applies to me.

My loyal readers will remember that I joined Weight Watchers a few years back (Sept of 2015 to be exact), and lost 55 pounds over the next 2 years. At that point, I plateaued.  For the year after that, I sort of maintained, sort of with some minor gains, and then the following year, I started gaining significantly.  Ok here we go - I’m going to lay out the actual numbers.  Ready?  When I started WW, I weighed in at 260#.  My lowest weight in May of 2017 was 205#.  There are my 55 pounds.  Last week, when I weighed in at WW again, I was at 242#.  

For the last several months, I have been obsessed with eating - all the time, but especially in the evening. All day, I would say all the right things to myself about the importance of eating only healthy food, and the importance of not gaining any more. I would do ok for most of the day, especially on school days (unless there were treats available!) - healthy breakfast, healthy lunch, no snacks, but by about 4 pm, I was ready to start eating anything I could find, and even though I would eat a healthy dinner, I would keep eating all evening.  Candy - cookies - chips - crackers - those were the biggies. This bingeing was bothering me, every day, but I kept doing it, every day.  I would wake up in the morning committed to the idea of “behaving”, and by late afternoon, I was eating again.  When I went to the grocery, I would walk in thinking “I’m not going to buy any crap”, and then the bags I left with would contain apples and strawberries, and salad-fixings, and M&Ms and cookies, and chips. What’s up with that?

Exactly!  What is up with that?  That’s what I started asking myself.  As a teacher, I’ve been to enough professional development meetings to be able to recognize a red flag.  When a student consciously does something to themselves that they know isn’t good for them, that’s called self-harm.  When someone is engaged in self-harm, it’s an indicator of something big going on in their mind, and it is considered a mental illness.  Wait!  Do I have a mental illness?  Perhaps an eating disorder? 

These questions started me on a path of research and discovery.  I was curious about WHY I would be engaging in self-destructive behaviors.  Overall, I consider myself a very healthy person, mentally.  I am fairly calm and rational, and even though I tend to cry very easily (as all of my friends will tell you), I really have a very safe, stable life.  When I started reading about self-harm, I kept seeing references to trauma from child abuse, the death of close loved-ones, witnessing something horrific.  I really couldn’t think of any trauma that I had experienced. My childhood was very safe and stable and happy in a family who wanted me and cherished me.  It didn’t seem that what was going on with me was the result of any trauma. 

I went on Amazon looking for books dealing with self-harm and eating disorders, and before too long, I found a book called Letting Go of Self-Destructive Behaviors: A Workbook of Hope and Healing by Lisa Ferentz.  I was impressed by the fact that it included “overeating” with Bulimia and Anorexia as an eating disorder and as a mental health issue. As soon as the book arrived, I started reading.  One of the first things the book recommended was that if I could find a professional to work with while I was reading the book and doing the activities in it, that would enhance the whole process.  

Next, I started looking for mental health professionals in my area who specialized in eating disorders or self-harm.  I found a couple of social service agencies in my community that seemed to address these types of issues, and then I read though the lists of professionals and their focuses.  I found a few that indicated their focus on eating disorders.   I am now working with a Clinical Counselor named Deanna.  I’ve met with her once, and I came away with my head full of information and ideas that I really am still only starting to understand.  That same day I also started back at Weight Watchers.  Since then, I’ve been doing a lot of reading/researching and thinking. 

To start our conversation, Deanna asked me why I came to see her.  I explained my situation.  In addition to what I explained above, I also told her that as a child I went through periods of time when I sought out things to eat that weren’t typically considered snacks.  I remember times when I would go into the bathroom, get up on my little stool that I used when I brushed my teeth, get in the medicine cabinet and take out the toothpaste.  I would then squirt some in my mouth and eat it.  Not a lot - just a little squirt.  Another uncommon snack that I would seek out were bouillon cubes - the beef flavored ones in the little foil wrappers.  I would unwrap one and lick it until my tongue was sore.  This was when I was pre-school age, but old enough to be moving around the house without my mother watching every move (maybe 4?).

Once I was in school, I no longer sought out those snacks, but I would typically binge on cookies or chips after school while I watched TV.  As early as 3rd grade, I would grab something out of the pantry, and sit on the floor in front of the TV and watch whatever was on.  If it was a bag of chips, it wasn’t out of the question for me to eat at least half of the bag or more.  If it was cookies, I would eat quite a few  - Girl Scout cookies - in sleeves - I could easily eat at a whole sleeve in one sitting.  If there were no cookies or chips in the pantry, I would eat crackers.  My mother kept the pantry supplied with all of those goodies.  I don’t ever remember asking for anything specific.  She bought them and I ate them.  I also sometimes ate dry cereal like Captain Crunch or even Raisin Bran.  My mother also made a lot of homemade dessert-treats which I helped myself to.  Interestingly, my mother didn’t nag at me about overeating. There were a couple of times I remember her suggesting that I shouldn’t eat so much of something…. But she kept buying the food and I always had access to it.  

As a child, I matured physically very early.  I can remember in 1st, 2nd, 3rd grade, I was the tallest student in the class.  I remember that because we would line up by height to get our class pictures taken, and I was always at the tall end of the group.   I think I was as tall in 6th grade as I am now, and by the time I was in 4th, 5th and 6th, I was not only the tallest but the “biggest” student in the class. At some point I started realizing I was “THE” fat girl in the room.  In junior high, I started being more aware of my comparative size, and by high school I was very conscious of the fact that I WAS the fat girl in the room.  I only remember 1 female student in my high school who was “fatter” than I was.  We became good friends for awhile.  Of course we did a lot of snacking together.

I don’t remember how much I weighed in high school.  One summer when I was in college, I had to go to the doctor for something, and he put me on a 1000 calorie diet.  I had weighed in at 217#, and with his diet, I got down to 200# before going back to BG in the fall.  I also know that at age 22 when I was shopping for a wedding dress, no stores had my size.  I was then needing a size 18, and stores only had smaller sizes.  Sometimes they MIGHT have a 16, but even that was rare.  The message was Girls Who Are As Big As Me Don’t Get Married!  So, of course, my size 18 had to be special ordered.  

When I think back on it now, and think about the fact that I knew I was overweight, I never really tried to diet.  I remember having a sense of entitlement related to eating.  “It’s my body!  I can eat what I want to eat, and no one can stop me!”  THERE! Take THAT!

After explaining all this to Deanna, she immediately identified me as an addict.  She said that the behaviors and attitudes I described are those of someone with an addictive personality.  She went on to explain that addiction is related to 2 specific brain chemicals - Serotonin and Dopamine.  *LIGHT BULB*  Serotonin is the brain chemical that lets us know when we’ve had enough to eat. If the balance of this is off, we don’t always get any signals that we’ve had enough.  Dopamine is a “feel good” chemical.  Drugs raise this chemical and that’s why it’s called “dope”.  Many other things raise this chemical:  sex and other physical pleasures like massage, exercise, and certain things in food - mainly sugars and fats.  *Another LIGHT BULB*

I left my first session with Deanna with the understanding that I am a food addict, probably because of a chemical imbalance in my brain.  There are ways to deal with this.  Medications might be an option, as are behavioral changes.  For me, just understanding this is HUGE!  I feel this is the first GREATBIGHUGE step in making changes that will help me get healthier.

I am now back on Weight Watchers and I have another appointment with Deanna scheduled.  I have also started making some specific changes in my routines, and I’m continuing my research.  Thanks for reading and stay tuned for updates in the weeks ahead!

:)Amy

 

After explaining all this to Deanna, she immediately identified me as an addict.  She said that the behaviors and attitudes I described are those of someone with an addictive personality.  She went on to explain that addiction is related to 2 specific brain chemicals - Serotonin and Dopamine. *LIGHT BULB*  Serotonin is the brain chemical that lets us know when we’ve had enough to eat. If the balance of this is off, we don’t always get any signals that we’ve had enough.  Dopamine is a “feel good” chemical. Drugs raise this chemical and that’s why it’s called “dope”. Many other things raise this chemical: sex and other physical pleasures like massage, exercise, and certain things in food - mainly sugars and fats.  *Another LIGHT BULB*

As a child, I matured physically very early.  I can remember in 1st, 2nd, 3rd grade, I was the tallest student in the class.  I remember that because we would line up by height to get our class pictures taken, and I was always at the tall end of the group.   I think I was as tall in 6th grade as I am now, and by the time I was in 4th, 5th and 6th, I was not only the tallest but the “biggest” student in the class. At some point I started realizing I was “THE” fat girl in the room.  In junior high, I started being more aware of my comparative size, and by high school I was very conscious of the fact that I WAS the fat girl in the room. I only remember 1 female student in my high school who was “fatter” than I was.  We became good friends for awhile. Of course we did a lot of snacking together.