Does Fasting Work? That’s the one question I am asked frequently. My answer… its the ONLY thing that has worked for me. I have tried many variations of fad diets, portion control and calorie counting, and it all ended with me being frustrated. Honestly, even the Intermittent Fasting brought me to the point of frustration, and I had to sit down and have a hard look at things.
All my life I have identified as the “fat girl”, the “chubby woman”, the girl with love handles and jiggly thighs. That’s who I know and that is who society knows. I am accustomed to a certain way of deference from others… subtle judging glances as I fill my grocery cart, not so subtle stares as I chuff by in my shorts that insist on riding up the inside of my thighs forcing me to do the awkward pull and leg shake to fix the problem. I admit, I am most likely only imagining most of this, people are very self-absorbed and have no interest in those around them while in public. However, being out there, I have always been very aware of how large I am. It’s like the times I’ve gone in the woman’s section to look at clothes and I just “knew” the women there were asking themselves why I thought I was going to find anything at all that would fit me in that section. I was up here in the first class, and I needed to get my rotund butt back over to lower-class where the sold the clothes by square foot.
I dropped 80lbs. People were smiling more at me. I was getting appreciative looks and direct eye-contact. My cart had fresh veggies and fruits in it and not a single item of junk food or sugar. I was still very aware of being out there, but now it felt amazing! I was lighter and moving quicker and it was like being on a sort of natural high. I was actually achieving a goal I had only dreamed of for decades!
Then the self-saboteur came knocking. She looks like me, the “old” me. She told me things like, “Its cool to back off on the fasting a bit now, you got this” and she would look at the clock and shrug, “two scoops of ice cream at 9 pm isn’t going to kill you”. I was oblivious to her tactics, I still felt good, although I admit my energy wasn’t quite the same. Then I was watching more tv and finding excuses to sit down rather than get up and move around. My weight loss stopped. It went beyond a plateau, it came to a screeching halt, tires squealing. I gave half-hearted attempts to return to my patterns but my “get up and go” was gone. Jumping into the mix came a back injury, an excuse not to move much, but also a discovery that when i am in severe pain, I EAT.
I wasn’t gaining, but I wasn’t losing. Ten months down the road and I hurt my shoulder. More pain and realization that things are not going my way at all. This time I sat down and had a chat with my doctor. It was obvious that I had lost my motivation and in our discussion we both agreed that I had sabotaged myself. The question is WHY??? I don’t have the full answer, not yet. I’m still working on that part. I think part of it is that I suddenly didn’t know my part anymore. After decades of being the “fat girl” , I wasn’ t her any longer and it threw me for a curve. That’s something I’ll need to work on.
In the meantime, I am back on track with my Intermittent Fasting. My doctor visit was the motivation I needed to get me back. I don’t want to go back to where I was. The only option is to pick myself up and keep moving forward.

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