Weight = Quality of Life
 |  | For many years I believed that success was measured in what I could achieved, what I had purchased, where I lived, my job title, how well my son was doing in school, how well others liked me. But as I achieved professional success and was promoted from job to another, I discovered that professional success did not make me happy. My material desires had all being fulfilled I possess every appliance a modern housewife could desire and every single gadget that Martha Stewart had prescribed. I drove an expensive car, lived in a quiet neighborhood surrounded by manicured lawns.
My son was healthy and typical of boys his age his favorite subject was lunch and he did his homework only when one of his privileges was threaten. I had an active group of friends, gave sumptuous dinner parties and elegant celebrations adorned by florists, gifted caterers and entertainment provided by world class Jazz musicians. All and all I should have been pretty happy. Except ….I was fat. I had achieved everything I had set as a personal goal in every aspect of my life, except my body. |
There was no vitality in my life. I lived in perpetual state of tiredness. I lack basic mobility. There were so many physical activities outside of my physical capacity. Simple things such as playing volleyball, picking myself up after I felt down in the ski slopes were challenging and most times I declined them in order to avoid frustration and shame. I had to decline invitations from friends such as group bike rides because I knew I couldn't keep up and I would slow the group down.
Being FAT in America means living in constant shame. We begin to believe that there is something innately wrong and undeserving in us. In marketing, media and entertainment, fat people are objects of ridicule and humor, or blatantly derided. If we live in constant shame most of our life force is drained by maintain this undeserving belief of unworthiness. I lived in constant state of self-loathing the quality of my life was well ....compromised.
I finally realize that no material possession, bigger house, better neighborhood, nicer car, more prestigious job title was going to make me happy. What I wanted was to have my health back. I wanted to be able to move as I wanted to move. To have the vitality to participate in whatever activity I wanted to participate. And I wanted to love a man not because he was kind enough to see beyond the fat façade but for whom he was.
I wanted my life back and living trapped in this prison of fat jeopardized the quality of my life. I also was smart enough to finally realize that another diet yet another postponement with my destiny. If I was committed to permanent change I needed to go beyond the seduction of overnight thinness and have the willigness to look at what was fueling the overeating behavior.
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