I am not in a great mental state right now. I know I’ve gained a few pounds – enough to make some of my pants a little snug. I know I’m not fat. I know it’s not a big deal. I’m just not sure how the heck I’m supposed to stop obsessing about food when every bite is accompanied by a war in my head.
I want chocolate.
Go get some.
I shouldn’t, I just want it because it sounds good.
That’s ok, a little piece won’t hurt.
Just thinking about eating one piece makes me feel fat.
Ok, then don’t eat it.
But I want some chocolate.
Fine, have some chocolate.
I shouldn’t, I’m not hungry.
But you’re allowed to eat whatever you want – you’re free.
If being free means being fat, I don’t want to be free.
That last line really pierces me right to the heart. I didn’t even acknowledge that thought until just now…
I feel extremely out of love with my body right now. I can “feel” a coating of fat all over me. I know that sounds extreme and stupid (especially considering that I’m not big at all). I think that I can easily lose a few pounds by making better choices – eating better things when I’m hungry. But if I eat an apple instead of chips, I still want some chips. Then I think I shouldn’t worry about losing weight – my weight is not an issue. However, I want my clothes to fit. I don’t want to go buy new clothes, I want MY clothes to fit. Comfortably.
Putting on jeans that are a little tight makes me think about how I feel so fat and even if I know I’m not, I can’t stop thinking about it because every time I move my jeans remind me of it.
I don’t have a game plan right now. I sure wish I did. I feel like I ought to go back to my counselor – maybe twice a month for a while. On the other hand, I remember a lot of what she told me. (Here’s my mind saying, “But that doesn’t apply now that your pants are too tight.”)
I want to make it through the holiday season without feeling guilty (for eating too much). That’s all. Is that too much to ask? I don’t want food to be the focus of the time I’m spending with my family.
I told you I wrote that story about being free. I’m still working on shaping it up. But gosh, it’s the most honest thing I’ve ever written. Basically, it’s about how I torture myself with all my thoughts, how much pain I’m causing myself and I know there’s a way out, but when I get out there – the enemy is still attacking me with his bull-crap.
“What a wretched man I am! Who will save me from this body that is subject to death? Thanks be to God who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!” Romans 7:24-25a (NIV)