Revelations Part 1 (or something like that) Redux

May 30, 2011By 3 Comments

Two years ago I went on an amazing weight loss journey. My fitness club — the one I’d been playing tennis at for years but had never even checked out the rest of it — started a “Biggest Loser” contest. My friends strong-armed me to sign up. And I won. Now, this past winter with a yucky injury (broken ribs; broken enough to require hospitalization), I sat on my duff and gained some back. So, I’m on the journey again. This time, I’m using the “world” as my gym more. Walking, hiking, tennis, outdoor things. But I thought it would be good for me to go back to the “Why” of the weight issue. So I’m posting something I wrote back when I first started that competition to remind myself. And to get some input from you. What’s your secret to fitness? And if you are a D-Momma, how do you cope without using things that are bad for you – like too much food? Here goes:

As I’ve spent the last month re-adjusting my body and mind to life with less food, better eating and better health, I’ve come to see a few things more clearly. First, simply: I think I’d made food my new best friend.

I honestly never thought of it until this effort. When I’m alone at night, it’s food that keeps me company. When my husband travels for work, it’s food (eating out) that my youngest daughter and I fill our time with. When I have one of my many long car rides for work, it’s not just XM radio but food that keeps me company along the way.

This does not cure what ails ya. Even if you think it does.

I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before. The trick here is having absence make the heart grow less interested in that companion.

So where did it start? I mean beyond the usual that everyone faces down? I think back to being sick when I was a kid. It was a lush experience. My mom would hunker me down on the family room couch with a comfy blanket and then get me whatever food made me feel best: a sub from Maria’s in Scituate Harbor; KFC; when I was younger, Spaghettios. But that couldn’t have been it: I was thin, athletic and not at all obsessed with food well into my early 30′s. (Okay. I thought I was fat once and went to Weight Watchers where I learned I was just four pounds from goal weight at the start. Oh, those were the days).

I think the point that food became my best friend and most reliable comforter had to be 14 years ago, the very day my youngest daughter, then a brand new kindergartener, was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.

Because I promise you, nothing, not anything at all, can prepare you for the excruciating agony of accepting a life of constant fear, worry, medical intervention and wavering health for your child. A friend’s son was diagnosed with Type 1 recently, and we’ve talked a lot. One day she called me, almost in tears and said, “Moira. All those years you struggled with this, I thought I got it. But I never did. I get it now.” How could she? I told her (and that I wished she never had). It’s a pain that’s (thankfully) unrecognizable to most.

And for me, from the start, a pain that could be smoothed somewhat with food.

Think of how we use food to smooth things out. Bake a cake and pull it out of the cake pan, only to see it crumble in spots. A few swipes of thicker frosting here and there and: voila! Perfect cake. You can do that with your life too. Have to spend an entire day struggling with shots and finger pricks and charts and boluses and graphs and hospital phone calls just to get your kid through a day? Simply smooth it out with some Chinese food. or a Clark Bar. Either works well. And that, I think, is what led me, over the years, to the point I’ve found myself at.

And it was all so comforting. My weight was like my security blanket, or my shroud of grief as I’ve come recently to think of it. Under it, no one could see the crumbled cake of a heart I was carrying around. (Do you see the irony here? My daughter’s body uses carbs to attack her without the proper medical intervention; I’d be using carbs to insulate mine. Not to go all Dr. Phil on you but . . gosh).

So this shedding of weight that I’ve been relatively successful with this past month has come with pain other than the pain related to the awesome workouts I’m taking part in almost daily.

At night, when it’s quiet, instead of smoothing over my rough spots with food, I’m facing them and thinking them through. It’s not easy. I’ve cried a few times. But the shedding of this shroud of grief can only be a good thing. First, I need to be strong and live long for my daughter (and the rest of my family). Second, only by facing down these feelings can I move on to a better place with them. Twelve years of mourning is more than enough thank you very much, and perhaps it’s time to move on to a next level. Acceptance? No, I’ll never accept that my daughter’s life cannot be better (and thus my work for a cure). But I can accept that with a happy, healthy mom who faces it head on and with no crutch, she’s only going to do better.

Yep I used to look like that AND eat all I wanted. That's me in the green.

Betcha didn’t see that one coming. Promise to be hilarious again next time. Until then, I’ll be keeping company with my new friends: a crackling fire (I light one every night now, alone or not), a good book, some on line Scrabble with my far-away friends and the knowledge that I’m shifting — personally and physically — to a better place.

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  1. Beth McCrary says:

    I love that you are using the “world” as your gym! There are so many outdoor activities that are great for getting and staying fit! And there really is no secret or magic trick to fitness…it’s a daily committment to make it happen and it is work! But the mental and physical benefits are so worth it! My husband who is a personal fitness trainer tells all of his clients to remember that the weight didn’t come on overnight and it won’t be lost overnight. And another great piece of advice is a setback is a set up for a great comeback!

  2. Katie says:

    You are so right… the trick is finding other, better ways of dealing with the stress of life… if not diabetes in our kids, some other things. That usually means facing our “enemy” instead of protecting ourselves from the confrontation.

    I’ve found some good tools for this in the past year. It has enabled me to separate my worries about things I can’t control from the things I can. Much better!

    And I am all for outdoors as therapy, and exercise.

  3. kim savage says:

    Moira —

    I too have smoothed out (too) many a D-Mom day with late-night tortilla chips and cream cheese. And after reading this, I’m done. Consider me on board! xo K.

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