Because it's about way more than food. Transforming my body and my life through intuitive eating.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Still Busy But Gaining Awareness
Monday, October 18, 2010
And Now for Something Completely Different
Monday, October 11, 2010
Weekend at a Geneen Roth Workshop aka Awareness Is a Bitch
Spent the weekend in Seattle at a Geneen Roth workshop. It was very worthwhile. There’s far too much in her work to cover in a day and a half workshop, so obviously, she had to pick and choose what would be covered. She focused on having us figure out what we really wanted, how food has helped us, dealing with “the voice,” and finally, she touched on the food guidelines. It was all just way too fast and barely scratched the surface, but I still got a lot out of it. I know her approach doesn’t work for everyone, a little too new age-y and light on the implementation details, I’ve seen many say. But for me, she’s right on track. There was very little that I couldn’t relate to during this session (which was fairly impressive – 850 women in a big hotel conference room!). But I did have a couple of real light bulb moments.
The first was during a guided visualization she had us do on the second day. It involved visualizing a buffet table filled with foods you desire and deciding what to eat and then imagining how you feel about it. The interesting thing for me is that I actually couldn’t visualize the table. Why? I have NO idea what foods I desire. I know what I’m “supposed” to eat because it’s healthy or low calorie or whatever. I know what things I want to eat because they are “bad” or forbidden. And I know that more often than not, I don’t enjoy those things half as much as I think I will once I get them. And sometimes I don’t enjoy them at all. But I don’t have a clue what I really truly enjoy and desire. I could not picture a single food item on the table. And as a result, my mind kind of wandered and I actually dozed off. I suppose my brain was like “well, there’s nothing going on here, may as well take a little nap!”
The second was a dawning realization about how much resentment I hold and how numb I have become. It’s easy to say I didn’t have a traumatic childhood, I didn’t suffer abuse or tragedy or whatever, so I have no reason to be an emotional eater. I have no right to be screwed up. And yet, I am, really. Without going into too much detail, I will say that I recognize the level of disappointment I’ve felt in my lifetime, and I realize how I’ve basically closed myself off to protect myself from feeling anymore. And that distances me from others. But every time I try to venture out and dip my toe in and test the waters, it seems like I am disappointed again, and so I retreat even deeper. And I turn my feelings down another notch. Food is not necessarily a comfort to me, but it is a distraction. Don’t want to do something? Have a snack. Don’t want to feel something? Have a snack. Don’t want to be disappointed? Distract yourself from having any desires or expectations or feelings about anything or anyone by eating. I suppose the only blessing is that it’s not my only distraction. Otherwise I might well weigh 1,000 pounds. But there you have it.
Now the hard part. Figuring out what to do with that realization. Realistically, I don’t know that there’s much I can do to stop the people in my life from disappointing me. So, I have to figure out how to be okay with it without closing myself off to people and experiences that might not disappoint me. Well, I guess that’s what this year is all about.
For now, though, I guess I should be glad for what bubbled up during the workshop. It’s not exactly what I expected and not the happiest realization, but it’s progress and that’s how we get from A to B.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
God Bless You, Lane Bryant; I Hate You.
Let’s be clear from the start. Were it not for Lane Bryant, I probably would have spent the better part of the last twenty years looking even worse than I usually do, or god forbid, walking around naked. I have to give LB some props for being one of the few retailers that even dares to cater to the plus-size market. Though I have never, ever, understood why, if 60% of the population is overweight or obese, so few retailers sell clothes that fit us. In a capitalist system, it seems like a no-brainer, like a cash cow that no one has bothered to milk. Seriously, if that statistic is correct, then why is it that when I go to the mall, there are, at best, only three or four stores that stock anything I can wear? It doesn’t make sense! But okay, whatever, let’s move on,
Back to LB. So, I give LB props for serving an incredibly underserved market. They’ve got to be raking in cash hand over foot. I’ve rarely met a fellow plus-size gal that didn’t shop there regularly. And bless their hearts, they do seem to try. They try to latch on to whatever the current trends are make their own plus-size versions. And they do try to keep things relatively affordable. Those are all good things.
But here’s why I hate them.
The fit sucks. Seriously, in over twenty years, I think I can count the number of pants I've bought at LB that fit me properly on the fingers of one hand. They’re almost always too short and I’m sick of walking around looking like I’m waiting for a flood. I mean, thanks for realizing that not all big girls are under 5' 6" and starting to offer some of the pants in different lengths, but why so few? You’ve recognized there’s a market for tall, plus-size pants. Do you really think that we big and tall girls only need three different styles of those pants? Why is it so hard to make all your pants in different lengths? Then there are the ones that gape around the waist, showing off my undies. Again, you made an effort with the dress slacks that come in different cuts for those that are more or less curvy, and that’s great, but why only a couple of styles? Why? Shirts are a little better, but I find that many are either uncomfortably and unflatteringly snug or so loose they look sloppy. And what's the deal with the sleeves on your oxford shirts? Why do the cuffs never reach my wrists? Maybe it's me. Maybe I have freakishly long arms and no one's ever had the heart to tell me. Who knows?
There are all different body shapes, I know, even for skinny women. And not every brand fits every person. I get that. But here’s the difference. If the clothes at one retailer don’t fit my size 4 friends, they can go into any of a couple hundred other retailers in the mall and try again and they’re probably going to find something cute that fits their shape. For us big girls, if the styles at one store don’t fit you, you’ll be lucky if you have two other places you can try in an entire mall. And if there are other options, chances are, they cater to an entirely different market. No suits at LB that fit you? Well, try Nordstrom’s, if you want to spend three to four times the price and look like your grandmother or Torrid if you’re a little more cost conscious, but don’t mind looking like a 15 year-old club kid. Sure, I suppose I should get stuff tailored to fit, but man, tailoring is expensive!! Kind of defeats the purpose of buying affordable clothes if I have to turn around and pay $40+ to a seamstress to make them fit. In some instances, the alterations are more than the cost of the actual item! May as well just buy higher end clothes.
Then there’s the quality. I appreciate you trying to make the clothes affordable, but it’s rare that anything I buy at LB doesn’t start breaking down and looking frumpy and worn within a couple of months, no matter how well I care for them. And what’s the deal with the sweaters? Why do they always shrink even when they’re washed in cold water with Woolite and never see the inside of a drier? After a couple of washings, inevitably, I’ve got a belly sweater with ¾ sleeves! (And let’s not even talk about the faded, fuzzing fabrics) Not attractive, LB. Not attractive. Maybe I’m a conspiracy theorist, but is this just a ploy to get us to shop more often? Or are the clothes really that cheaply constructed? And why don’t the clothes my thin friends buy at comparably priced chains seem to wear out as quickly?
And finally, there are the styles. I know you’re trying. I do. You’re trying to make big girl versions of the hottest trends. But really, why must everything look like circus print mumus? Believe it or not, not every fat woman wants crazy bold patterns, billowing, oversized shirts, big ruffles, and jewelry with beads the size of golf balls. Not every fat girl wants to have a “bold” style. Some of us just want the same sort of timeless classics that our thin sisters can find at stores like Banana Republic or Ann Taylor or J. Crew (all of which leave you SOL if you’re larger than a size 14 or 16). Whatever happened to simple classics? Tasteful slacks in wools, tweeds, cottons and linens. The basic, all purpose white button-down shirts that can be dressed up or down. Solid colored sweaters, both pullovers and cardigans, in high quality wools that are tempting to touch. Blazers that actually fit and don’t make me look like a huge, shapeless box. Yeah, I like to mix it up with the occasional bold piece, don’t get me wrong. But my style (and this would be the case whether I was a size 20 or a size 2) is much more classic, quiet, simple, and above all, well-made. And there’s a real shortage of that in the plus-size world.
All, right, I’m beating up on LB, but only because they’re the most obvious offender. I mean, at least they are an actual store that isn’t afraid to say they cater to big girls. Heck, there are a number of retailers that do offer plus-size clothes, but not in their actual stores, as if having fat people on the premises is bad business (Yeah, I’m talking to YOU, Gap, Old Navy, and J. Jill. And the rest of you know who you are!) Truth is, I could lodge these complaints against just about any of the plus-size retailers, regardless of how much I spend on the item. No matter where I go, I always get the feeling that the retailers think that we should be grateful they make anything we can wear at all, so I should just shut up and be grateful for what I can get.
But you do yourselves a disservice, LB and friends. Because yes, you do get me to spend money in your stores. After all, it’s not like I have that many options. But imagine how much more I would spend if you actually consistently put out a quality product. But because I’m busy, and I pretty much hate having to go through the agony of shopping and ending up with stuff that feels like sloppy leftovers, I do it as infrequently as humanly possible. But I love fashion, or at least I used to before it abandoned me, and I’d buy so much more if someone would actually put out a quality product that actually fit me and that didn’t cost a fortune, look like a costume, look like it came from a thrift shop, or fall apart after three wears. There’s a seriously untapped market here, why in the world won’t someone step in and fill it? And how's a girl supposed to learn to love her body as it is in order to facilitate her intuitive eating, if she can't find a decent outfit to wear that makes her feel like she actually looks presentable?
Sunday, October 3, 2010
I Feel Fat
- Bloated
- Slow
- Lethargic
- Completely out of shape
- Like my colon hasn't seen a lick of fiber or a food that wasn't highly processed, deep fried, fat or sugar-filled in weeks
- That my clothes are becoming tighter
- That I get winded when I climb the stairs