The Weighting Game

Weight, eesh. This is a rough topic for me. I could probably write an entire book on this subject, but for your sake, I’ll try to be succinct.

I joined Weight Watchers in May 2010. On the whole, Weight Watchers is awesome. The program encourages you to eat healthy, unprocessed foods—lots of fruits and vegetables, whole grains and lean proteins. It’s based on a point system and you get a certain point allotment each day. On average, whole foods, like meat and vegetables, have a lower points value than something processed, like, say, a 100 Calorie Pack.

I had always thought of myself as a healthy eater, but this program required me to put everything I ate under a microscope. And I realized I was eating a ton of preservatives, chemicals and refined sugar. So overall, Wight Watchers changed my life for the better. But an eating plan, even the healthiest eating plan, can’t control what goes on in my mind. Weight Watchers is not my therapist and can’t possibly address all of the BS about eating and body image that plays on a constant loop in my head.

My goal was to lose a few pounds for my wedding. Here’s a picture of me wedding dress shopping in September 2009, nine months before I joined.

It’s not like I was a total whale. I mean, I looked fine. But regardless, I wanted to feel extra-special-beautiful on my wedding day. I didn’t want to look at a single picture and think, well that would be a better picture if my arm wasn’t so chunks.

Because I’m a control freak, I discovered I was really, alarmingly good at Weight Watchers. I followed the program to the letter and I lost weight every week. I was feeling great, and I soon saw the scale drop to the lowest I’ve ever seen it in my adult life, even lower than my high school weight. Slowly but surely, I passed the 10 pound mark, and then 15. And I thought, why stop now? I eventually had to pause temporarily after my last wedding dress fitting because if I lost anymore, my dress would be hanging off of me. All told, I lost a little over twenty pounds before my wedding.

Mission accomplished. I felt amazing on my wedding day.

So now that it was over, I could go back to my regular weight, or at least ease up a little. Right?

Wrong. I became convinced that if I gained a single pound, people would start whispering about how I let myself go. Plus, I really liked the way I looked now. For the first time in my life, I felt completely happy with the way my clothes fit on me. I had an excuse to buy all new pants! It was exhilarating. So I continued to lose.

At my lightest, I weighed 118 pounds. Which, really, is not that small for some people. But on me, it didn’t look right. Friends who had previously said I looked good started saying I looked too skinny. When I took off my shirt I could see all of my ribs, clearly defined. And you know what? I liked it. From then on, my measure on whether I was “skinny enough” was how clearly I could see my ribs.

Kind of effed, no?

Fortunately or unfortunately for me, 118 lbs was not sustainable, unless I said goodbye to my social life. Those of you who know me know I enjoy imbibing a healthy share of adult beverages (and alcohol costs a lot of Weight Watchers points). So after a month or two, I went back up to 125-ish and stayed that way until my recent vacation. But that was hard to sustain, too, especially if I wanted to keep boozing it up every weekend. I put myself on a modified Weight Watchers plan. Basically, I ate less than my daily points allotment during the week so I could drink mass amounts of wine and, inevitably, binge eat on the weekends. Even though I was still eating healthy, whole foods, I cut out anything extra. Instead of olive oil, I cooked with Pam, and so on. This went on for months, even though, logically, I knew it couldn’t be very healthy. And it didn’t help that every time I went to a doctor they assured me that I was a normal weight for my height.

How, at 33 years old, could I have let myself get into such an unhealthy cycle? Isn’t this the kind of crap that college-age kids pull? How did I get so addicted to smaller jeans and hearing people say I looked good that I would endanger my own health? The answer is, I don’t know.

It wasn’t until a few weeks before my recent vacation that something clicked in my brain. All of a sudden I was like, oh, maybe my eating habits have something to do with my missing-in-action period. After that, I began eating a little more and, most importantly, I cut back on the alcohol. Seeing the doctor last week just confirmed what the little voice in my head was already telling me.

The doctor tells me to eat more fat. I’m doing this, with gusto. But this probably means I’ll gain some weight. Which is fine, especially if it means I’ll be healthier and able to sustain a pregnancy. I’d pretty much do anything for that. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t struggling with it. For more than a year a large portion of my energy has been focused on tightly controlling what I eat. And I have to let some of that control go now. And it’s scary.

But so worth it.

14 thoughts on “The Weighting Game

  1. I did the same thing with my wedding! I hated many photos of me because I thought I looked fat. I went on Jenny and lost 35lbs. When do you stop? I really realized how food is an addiction and it is something you have to deal with everytime you decide on what you put in your body. I did not realize the emotional toll it takes too when you see the numbers go up and down. Keep strong and rockin those fats so we can get a bun in that oven 🙂

  2. I think you know that maintaining weight and staying healthy is all about balance. I too have always eaten fairly healthy so how did I get to be 174 lbs.? Because I was eating too much. Weight Watchers has taught me how to maintain that balance. Remember the two servings of healthy oils you are supposed to have everyday in addition to lean proteins. I know that you will work this out and maintain your weight and eat healthy. You already figured out in advance that maybe your current eating habits had something to do with your not getting pregnant and you quickly changed them and got your period. Keep focusing on all the good things and I know in my heart that you will eventually get pregnant.

    1. I just saw a snack online that I forgot about which incorporates fruit and fat. Sliced apples and Peanut Butter! Delish

  3. Tanya, thanks for clearly stating what so many of us struggle with: do I want to be healthy or is it really about what I look like? You look great, but as you said, you weren’t a whale before WW. I promise not to think you’ve let yourself go!

    And I love that the symbols for the commenters are quilt squares!

  4. Thanks for your honesty. As a fellow control freak, it is a familiar struggle. Over the last few years I have been learning that beauty comes so much more from joy than it does from the mirror.

  5. You do look beautiful in the after AND before pics, and that’s because your you. I am optimistic that you can use that control to maintain a slightly more fat-intaking diet. Keep up with those avocados! And though we see images of stickly women all the time, remember that in real life a little curve can go a long way!

  6. Thanks for your kind post on my blog. I look forward to following yours, too! I appreciate your openness about this topic. Body image and weight are always tricky subjects, but get even more messy when it comes to TTC and pregnancy. Even when it’s “for a good cause,” the issues don’t just disappear. Good luck!

  7. Hi T! You’ve been the same amount of gorgeousness and awesomeness at every weight I’ve seen you at over the last 20 years. Your heart and your smile will always be the biggest parts of you and that’s great. I hope you enjoy all the avocadoes and olive oil. Screw the Pam and keep the posts coming!

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