…And why Weight Loss Coaches shouldn’t coach themselves. Last night I had a glorious meal. I sat down with 9 other women at NYC’s Momofuku Ssam Bar for the Korean family style meal “Ssam” which is an entire pork shoulder, slow roasted for a million years until it falls off the bone with the most delicious skin you’ll ever have. The participants then make their own lettuce wraps of the meat, with a bit of white rice, some condiments and topped with an oyster. Yep an oyster. 10 women. 3 bottles of wine. 1 pig. Guess who came out on top in this battle? Pig 1, Women 0. Not a chance we were finishing that thing. As we all sat there, bloated and with distended bellies I had an odd feeling of accomplishment. I was at a place in my life where I could sit down at a fat meal, eat until stuffed and not feel at all like an outsider or any pangs of guilt. I thought this was something I should be proud of knowing that I was still going to be under my calories for the day and that I would not eat this way the next day. I was in complete control over my food for the first time in my life. Or was I?
On the long walk home (I walk at least 2 – 3 miles after a meal like that) I text a picture I took of the carnage to my Personal Trainer/Gym buddy (who was a friend before he was my trainer) thinking he would think it was funny. Especially with my propensity to exaggerate and be dramatic for comedic purposes. I sent the picture with the caption “I’m going to have a pork baby” I thought that was pretty damn funny. His response was “Way to practice what you preach Killer”. Whoa. I did NOT see that coming. Immediately my fat girl defenses went up. I listed my calories for the day, defended my choice by listing how many times per week I work out and telling him flat out I had earned this meal. I had EARNED feeling stuffed like a Christmas goose. Then I pulled out the skinny girl card…”If you didn’t know I had lost 100lbs would you even question me or would you say ‘wow, didn’t know a girl your size could put it away’ and think it was cute?” I asked him. I kept walking thinking HA! I had won this battle! Check. I assumed he would be marinading on the deep “fat girl vs. skinny girl you’re a shallow asshat” arargument I had thrust upon him. Then my phone bleeped with his reply: “No, because I don’t care either way about your calories or about how much weight you’ve lost. You’re not where you say you want to be so if you tell me you just stuffed yourself with pork I’m going to question it” It was about my words vs. my actions. Not about calories in vs. calories out. Check and mate.
In the long run it can’t be about what I have earned or what I deserve. That pulls up and justifies a past I can’t change. It needs to be about today and every day I have moving forward. I still say that when faced with a lifelong challenge with food addiction and obesity there needs to be moments where I forget I have these issues. Where I can sit down at a table with my friends and eat with perceived abandon. It makes the lifelong big picture journey easier on the soul. But yesterday morning someone sent me a note that said “Today is not the first day of your life. Today is all there is of your life.” If yesterday was all there was of my life I had starved myself so I could gorge on pig. I’m not sure that’s how I want to be remembered.