Enough! I Refuse To Hate My Body for the Rest of My Life
After years of feeling fat and going on one diet after another, I’ve decided to try something really radical: making peace with who i am. few weeks ago, my usual first-day-of the- month-diet-vow ritual was tinged with an unfamiliar feeling. I tried to name it. Dread maybe? Exasperation? Boredom? All of the above, yes. But there was something else, something new: hopelessness. I am a self-taught expert on weight loss. There is probably no significant fact about the topic with which I am unfamiliar. And yet, being 35 pounds heavier than I’d like to be, I have remained oddly impervious to the lessons of all the nutritional science I’ve absorbed. I’ve trend-dieted. I’ve slow-and-steadied it. I’ve done portion control and calorie-counting. I’ve meditated. I’ve been hypnotized. I’ve allowed people I don’t know to pinch my hips with calipers. I’ve weighed myself without my glasses for a more precise count. The one thing I’ve never done is lose weight for any meaningful Period of time.