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Seeking Peace and Balance as a Diet Junkie

UntitledI am a diet junkie.  Any new nutrition fad fascinates me.  The latest power food?  Tell me!  If you walked into my house, you would find diet cookbooks in every room — low-cal, low-carb, paleo, flat-belly, DASH, vegetarian, vegan — have I missed any?  You might think a svelte, muscular woman would walk out to greet you.  Let’s skip the body-type description, and just say . . . I’m not.

My mother fought with food all her life.  She often said she could live on a good loaf of crusty bread with butter.  After the loss of her son and quitting smoking, her eating was out of control.  She was the first person I knew to have a gastric bypass.  Many things have changed since then, but I think I can safely say that surgery is still not an easy way out, by any means.  I watched her recover, and although she was so pleased at the weight loss, she was often tired or ill.  There were certain foods that never agreed with her again.

Soon after the bypass, she developed a lactose intolerance.  One day they diagnosed her with diabetes.  When my father died, suffering from a broken heart, she malnourished herself.

She would look at pictures of momentous life events and remark not over the day itself, but, “Look how thin I was there.”  Or, “Oh my, I was heavy.”  She tried hard to be a good role model for me, and I think she succeeded.  But children notice things like that.  I think I joined her on my first diet when I was twelve or thirteen.

After a stroke that left her too weak to walk on her own and unable to keep most food down, her weight plummeted.  She joked that this was one way to lose weight.  And she was right.  When she took her last breath, she was tiny and frail.

My mother was a vibrant woman in life.  I spent most of my life living in her shadow.  Until the shadow was gone.

And all the things I had watched her do, and say, and be, became relevant.  Because at some point I stepped into the light and realized I belonged there.  People began to say, “You are JUST like your mother.”  And I was so proud, because she was everything I wanted to be.  But I was also so afraid, because of all the things I watched her fight. *One day, I said to myself,

“It is so wonderful to be just like Mom.  But I am not her.  I will live my own life, face my own demons, and clear my own hurdles.”

UntitledI think it was at that moment I veered off her path and started to live my life.  In the year that followed, I lost 45 pounds.  Life and I began a beautiful new relationship.  I got a tattoo of a dragonfly, symbolizing the change from nymph to agile predator.  No longer content to hide unnoticed, I was spreading my wings and meeting life head-on.

However, habits die hard, and I am still fascinated by this food thing.  I’ve found an ebb and flow between the control it has over me and the control I allow it to have.  Therein lies the peace.  Balance is not a thing — it is a constant shifting of yin and yang.

What I’ve learned is that there are many ways to feed yourself.  You can feed the body, feed the mind, or feed the emotions.  All three need to consume their own diet.  You can substitute one for another, but to do so is not healthy and will never produce good results.  It is also true that sometimes you need to let the mind, body, or emotions go without before you can truly feel the pain of hunger and know what is needed to satiate . . .

A good cry . . .

A good book . . .

or a good meal . . .

While one cannot substitute for the other, I have seen all three go quite well together, if necessary.

Peace . . .


Meal by Meal:  365 Daily Meditations for Finding Balance through Mindful Eating by Donald Altman

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Trying to make sense of it all and . . . for the most part . . . doing it.

4 thoughts on “Seeking Peace and Balance as a Diet Junkie

  1. Thanks for this post, Jean. It is timely. I’m just shy of 67 by a few weeks and have been on a diet since I was 14! I have this love hate relationship with food. You will find very few cookbooks in my house but more diet books. I always tell people the only reason I have a kitchen is because it came with the house. I am not comfortable anywhere that food is. Your dragonfly tattoo is wonderful and speaks volumes. It’s wonderful that you have faced this sooner than later. I dieted myself from a size 10 to 2 to 18. 😦 I’m thinking I just want to enjoy what I eat and stop the agony. I’ll take a look at the book you suggested. I’ve even tried hypnosis.

    We are all like our mothers to some degree. My husband used to say that to me to hurt me. After a while it didn’t bother me so much. I’d made peace with her by then. She wasn’t so bad after all. But like you, I don’t want to keep lokking at those photos and only notice the weight fluctuations in them. What a sad legacy to leave behind. It won’t be yours. 🙂

    1. The funny thing is I don’t do a lot of cooking anymore. And when I do it’s just concoctions from tastes I’m hungry for. But I’m still a compulsive cookbook collector, especially if they are diet cookbooks. My most recent guilty pleasure is Cooking Light Magazine.

      Thank you for sharing your journey. It’s painful, isn’t it?

      1. You made me feel not so alone. My mother was always so tiny and I was always ridiculed for being more “ample”. Food is where I have always found comfort. Mindfulness is about finding it elsewhere as food should be about nourishment, I love people with food. If you come to visit, I will cook lots of stick to your ribs food and something sweet, I watch cooking shows but collect too many other kinds of books to get into cookbooks. Besides, I don’t follow directions well. :))) If that book helped you, I’ll give it a go. It’s in my cart. 🙂

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