Now I’d like to rant about an issue I’ve touched on before. When I was heavy, friends, family, acquaintances and strangers alike felt free to tell me I needed to lose weight “for my health”. I hear the same complaint from my “overweight” friends.
For myself, as I’ve written, I was perfectly healthy when I was fat. My blood pressure, cholesterol, bone density, etc., were perfect. I had good energy, slept well and had no complaints.
Yet folks commented and lectured. People I barely knew raised eyebrows when I ordered dessert. They didn’t know the state of my health AND many of them didn’t know me well enough to care about my health!
After years of teasing and lectures, self-hatred lead me to lose weight in earnest, eventually leading to anorexia and inevitably years of bulimia.
During those year, I smoked, grew into an alcoholic, became laxative dependent, and couldn’t sleep which lead to sleeping pill abuse/addiction.
But I was thin and many people asked for guidance on weight loss and maintenance. No one lectured me in those years! No one “cared” about my health. The thinner I got, I more compliments I got.
All the while, my life was miserable. When a bartender introduced me to crack, I sank deeply into its instantaneous utter and complete relief. Boy did I sink! I lost everything – family, friends, money, job.
Obviously, I’ve turned everything around – have a happy and comfortable weight, don’t drink, and of course, don’t smoke crack! I have a job, friends and my family loves me again, THANK GOD. But –
What if I’d been left alone about weight to begin with?