With that, please offer your support to this anonymous writer, struggling with some tough issues of her own. Thanks in advance.]
Today, I decided to go purchase a swim suit. Missy and I were talking on the phone and she directed me to the Sears site where they had 2 piece swim suits for plus sizes. She told me when she went in the store that there was quite a selection. At that moment, I decided to go to the store.
When I got there, the escalator wasn’t working. I was offered the elevator by a sales associate, but I said, “No, I can climb.” And I did, but when I got to the top, I was winded. It was sad. Very SAD. I walked around the floor hoping that I would catch my breath after a while. I didn’t, so I went over to the bedding section and sat down for a few minutes. This was embarrassing. Very embarrassing. I don’t understand how I could teach a class in this condition. . .
I finally found the bathing suits and Missy and I made several selections for me to try. In the fitting room, I sat down. . . my back was hurting and I was depressed just by thinking about all of this.
I started to try on suit after suit. . . and it went from bad to worse. It was grossly apparent that I would need to wear a girdle and bra with my swim suit. Who in the world wears a girdle with a swim suit? No one I know, but I feel like I need to because my body is that out of control.
I snapped pictures with my phone and sent them to my best friend. She was nothing but encouraging, but I kept looking at myself thinking, “when did it get this bad?” And the reality is, I kept putting things off and off because of my schedule—sounds like another excuse. I would say I’m going to the gym after school tomorrow and then I’d stay at school late and would be too wiped to go there. And finally, I just said I’d wait until the summer, but here summer is and I’ve yet to do ANYTHING!
I am SO embarrassed about all of this. How did I let it get this far?
Anyway, one of the goals I had for the summer was to doing things that would rebuild me like exercising and resting. Part of taking care of me is addressing this issue of my weight. How can I be a good example to my students like this? I don’t know if I’d respect someone in leadership that looked like me. I am barely taking care of myself and here I am trying to take care of someone else’s child.
I think a lot of my insecurities are wrapped up in my weight. Even though I’ve had students and administrators and colleagues who have told me what I good teacher I am, I still find it hard to believe. One of my students says that my class was the best class that she had all year and she really did learn here. It meant A LOT to me. Her mother is a teacher at an alternative school. This student said that after her mother saw my syllabus, rubrics and other assignments, she modified them for her classroom. I was shocked and honored by this. But sometimes, I still find it hard to believe that I’m any good in the classroom—worrying that my mistakes are sometimes stronger than my day to day teaching.
But back to the root of this posting, Missy encouraged me to try the
Here is what I have resolved after all of this:
ü If I want to be respected, my outside has got to start matching my inside.
ü This didn’t happen in a month and so I can’t expect mega results within a month. I’ve got to be patient and invest the time and effort.
ü I’ve got to approach this like I approach teaching and school—giving it my all, getting over my mistakes and trying again.
ü It will be painful. My first year of teaching was painful. . . I cried. So I’m sure I will cry with this.
ü I’ve got to deal with all of the emotional issues that resulted in this. I know there are some. .. there is no way you can get to be this damn big and not have some emotional issues. . . but I’m too embarrassed to go through these issues on my own blog . . .
I made these resolutions and felt pretty good about them. But this weekend, I found myself sitting in my car and sobbing. I wrote the following on a piece of paper:
I feel the most miserable I've ever felt in my life. I went to the Olive Garden to eat. I was to eat
When I get to car, I start crying. I am crying because BFF said she wanted to go out, but she didn't call or text. I am crying because I had to sit at a table alone. I am crying because I am alone. I am crying because I am so fat and I don't know how to fix it. I am crying because I want to binge and I don't know how to resist. How can I resist the food and coma it puts me in. I feel so much better that way. Full & satisfied. But it is killing me, it is isolating me. So, now I'm just sitting here and I don't know what to do. Should I go eat? Should I call my mom? I hear a voice telling me to pray.
I did pray and I didn’t feel better that night. I went home and binged . . .M & M’s were my friend that night. I was like a crack addict getting my next hit.
The place I am didn’t happen overnight. However, it is indicative of the chaos my whole life is in. Yes, I smile on the outside, but on the inside I’m in turmoil . . .utter despair. And I have no solutions. I really don’t know how to fix me. How do I fix these things? And meanwhile, I just keep getting bigger. When will I get fed up (no pun intended) and conquer this? How can I be so dedicated and good at some things and then suck at dealing with my life, most specifically my weight?
Thanks, Lara for letting me talk about my emotional lows of being Morbidly Obese openly.