I recently read a moving memoir that taught me a lot about weight, weight-loss
and self-acceptance. In
It was Me all Along, Andie Mitchell describes how food became such an integral part of her
life and how she coped with her stressful family life. “That girl version of me
learned that I shouldn’t experience discomfort. That whenever I start to feel
even one inkling of boredom, doubt, anxiety, or anger, food would soothe me. At
least temporarily.” Food became the way
for her to cope with the discomfort of an alcoholic father and a mother who
worked so hard she was rarely present. By
16, she weighed 210 pounds, had been on and off of many diets and was a
practiced secretive eater.
When she finally lost weight, what helped her? After reaching a high weight of 268 at age 19, she began to consider its impact on her
health in addition to her appearance. She started with the gym—thirty minutes on
the elliptical—and went with a supportive friend. She focused on the present: “Can you exercise today, Andie? Not tomorrow,
not the next day, not even a month from now. Today? Eat the best you can, work
your plus-sized heart out….today?” She tried to eat healthfully, which was
okay during the day, but torture at night, the time she had been used to eating
to numb her feelings. Eventually, she moved to Weight Watchers and found the
structure of the point system and the consistent self-monitoring to be
motivating. She accepted that it would be hard: “Oh, it’s just going to suck for awhile.”
What else? She developed “an arsenal of ways to distract
myself, if only to narrowly escape a binge.” Here are a few: writing in a
journal when flagging, calling a friend and talking about something unrelated
to weight, losing herself in movies (without snacks), spending more time in nature. A semester abroad in Italy helped her start to appreciate and savor food.
But while losing weight helped her feel better about the way
she looked, she still felt like "the fat girl." "I looked into the mirror and
loved what I saw so completely that all I wanted was to snap a picture of the
girl within the frame…Without that mirror, without any way of physically seeing
my own form in plain sight, I still believed myself to be the fat girl. My mind
and eyes were in opposition.” Moreover, she did not feel like the happy thin self she had expected she would become. Instead, she felt anxious, sad, isolated and
preoccupied with food. Finally, she went to a nutritionist and a therapist who
helped her learn to see how she had been using food for comfort and soothing. She also learned to be more accepting of her appetite and less fearful of
losing control.
I’m summarizing the book and perhaps making her painful
process sound too easy and linear. It
took a tremendous amount of work and commitment to make the changes that led to
her weight loss. But beyond those behavioral changes, it took work and
attention to her attitudes about food, her feelings about herself, and the role
that food played in her life for her to feel that the way that she felt on the
inside and the way she looked on the outside were in sync.