Remember how I quit dieting in November? Between that, the end of biking season (they haven’t plowed by street in more than a week, even if I had wanted to face the severe cold), and Christmas, I thought it’d be a disaster. But it really isn’t. I’m not hitting the target of ‘not eating when bored’ or ‘stopping eating when full’ sometimes, but overall, it’s not been bad. By not making any foods taboo, I really don’t snack nearly as much as I used to, especially on unhealthy things. I put on a *bit* of weight, but that’s normal for winter and I’m not really bothered. I feel good and that’s what counts.
It turns out that I’ve been out of the loop (or just had my head up my arse) and that beyond intuitive eating lies ‘Health At Every Size’, which is all the rage (kind of) among quite a few sensible people I know. I’m still try to shake off the size issue ’round here (by which I mean my brain), but it’s worth reading about, so I will continue to do so. This article in particularly really made things clear for me about how ridiculous society’s focus has become. It also made me love my doctor who has never mentioned my weight. I once asked her, a few years, and about 30lbs, ago, why it was so difficult for me to lose weight, she said “It’s just harder for some people. You don’t need to worry about it. Keep running.”
This philosophy (which seems to just be common sense) is still sinking in, since I only started reading about it, oh, yesterday. I think I have the simplified gist: Nutrition and active living good, weight shame bad. Should be a no-brainer, but I have 34 years of media, family, and friend (yes, friend) messages to undo.* Deprogramming is ongoing.
*Speaking of which, this guy is a fucking douchebag. And his ‘diet’ is beyond hideous. Life is too short for non-fat cheese.