Tuesday, September 20, 2011
(If you stop reading after the first sentence then you are probably illustrating the point of my blog.)
I've never been overweight; actually I spent plenty of time in high school being underweight. Yet I was beaten up for being too fat, then for being too thin, all in the same week. Just because I've never been overweight doesn't mean I don't understand the plight of someone who is.
I have a work friend who is an incredible person who I really enjoy talking to and care about. She's a single mother taking care of 2 kids while working 2 jobs. She can't spend a lot of time working out or planning meals. She always has a smile on her face and I'm glad to know her. She's also obese and doesn't attempt to deny it. I couldn't care less how she looks beyond the fact that I'd feel horrible if her weight took a serious toll on her health. Still, she knows if she wants some help figuring out how to lose weight, I'll help her but never push her into it. Every week I get the newspaper, clip out all of the coupons, and after I take what I want she gets first dibs before other coworkers. I can't do much to help her out, but that's one small thing I can do - help her save a little money.
There's a new girl at work that I've just had a bad feeling about. She's young, naive, and really enjoys interrupting everyone else's work to rant about how horrible her workload is. On Friday, she and I were the last to leave our section and she took the time to go off on a rant about the woman I consider a work friend. She made comments about how she's so fat, says she's 'trying' weight watchers, but then eats a whole bag of chips and 4 brownies before eating a lean cuisine. This rant just kept going on and on, even though I kept trying to tangent her off into a different direction, but she kept going back to bashing this woman. It was absolutely clear this was the girl's issue with her prejudices and only seeing what she wants to see, not the truth. I felt so uncomfortable, sad, and disgusted. Plus her voice was so loud that anyone in our cubicle land could've heard her and mistook it to think I was partaking in the conversation. It has been bothering me all weekend, worried that someone would tell my friend that I was a part of this conversation and so upset that I had to hear it in the first place.
Today I went into work and talked to her briefly about it. My friend never heard anything and she says she doesn't care. She doesn't know who the girl is and has never spoken to her. She laughed it off and made jokes about it. I'm not sure if she's just that incredibly strong or if that's her coping mechanism, but I gave her the chance to talk to me about it if she wants/needs to. I also spoke to my boss (who is overweight) and told her while my friend said she wasn't upset, I really was. It was a very uncomfortable position for me in addition to it being tasteless and unprofessional.
Of course I didn't feel much better when my boss made the comment of 'well you're so skinny...' what does my size have to do with this? Is it impossible to believe that I have a big heart and know what it's like to be humiliated and criticized because of how I look just because I'm thin? For krikies sake, I have a severe medical condition that most people and too many doctors don't believe exists and have people constantly judging me and making disturbing comments about me based on their own prejudice. So yes, talking to my boss kinda made me just as upset as hearing the girl's comments.
I wanted to share this because too often I get the feeling that SOME people choose to take the stand of 'overweight people versus skinny people' and believe that those of us who are a healthy weight can't possibly understand what it's like to be overweight. I've seen it said that when you're overweight everyone is staring and making rude comments. I don't believe it because over half of Americans are overweight, so if someone has to be overweight to 'get it', then more than half the people around you should 'get it'. Then there is a ridiculous number of people (10s of millions) who have invisible illnesses so that removes another group of people who probably won't be so judgemental. Then there are people like me who have a heart and the capability of understanding, even if we look like the 'enemy'. I've had too many overweight people make horrible comments about me being too skinny and needing to have a cheeseburger crammed down my throat to believe that overweight people aren't doing the same thing to everyone else that happens to them. A severe lack of self esteem isn't reserved for people who are overweight - there are MANY others who have the same exact problems but have different manifestations of those issues. So why is there this 'us against them' mentality? Why do some people believe EVERYONE is staring and making comments when it is probably only a couple of moronic jerks who need to hurt others to feel better about themselves? What's the point?
Consider this: sometimes when I look at a person who is overweight I'm a little envious of them; I don't have a properly functioning digestive system so I have to fight every day to get enough calories in to not lose any more weight while that person can eat whatever they want - good or bad - without getting incredibly sick. On days where I'm using every ounce of energy just to get through a workday to come home and collapse on the couch in utter agony and exhaustion, I know I would willingly put on 50 pounds if it meant I could eat vegetables and fruit and cheese and nuts again without doubling over in pain!
If you're overweight and feel everyone is staring, remember this blog and realize that some people are looking because they remember being in the same boat, or they wish they could do something to help you but are too afraid of being deemed inconsiderate, or maybe they're envious like me. Heck, maybe they love your necklace or belt but are too shy to ask where you got it. But the odds are the majority are not thinking all the bad things you might think they're thinking.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Awhile ago I was talking about emailing the Ellen show. I keep telling myself to do it, but I keep putting it off because I really don't know what to say. I keep asking myself 'what about my Tubie Duckie project and my own struggles will draw attention?' and I end up in this long tangent. I can't seem to nail down in just a few words what is so important about the project and why I'm someone who should be helped.
It also doesn't help that I don't believe in myself, so I feel horrible when I try to say good things about myself. I can't ask for help if I can't give a good reason for deserving the help without feeling like I'm lying!
Maybe tomorrow I can sit down and try writing something, anything, just to have a starting point.
Friday, September 16, 2011
I haven't been blogging lately because there isn't much to tell. I've spent half of each of the last 4 weeks in DTP flares. I feel like I'm falling apart as this keeps getting worse. I'm still scared about going to Mayo and leaving without getting help. Work has me stressed out, my house has me stressed out, my car has me stressed out, the upcoming winter has me freaking out, my health has me incredibly scared, my loneliness keeps getting worse, and sometimes all I want is to curl up in bed and stay there for a week.
During these flares my dinners have been consisting of smoothies that have a base of 1 banana, 1/2 cup no sugar added applesauce, and 1/2 cup low or non fat yogurt, with a 1/2 cup of either low fat ice cream, low fat frozen yogurt, or carnation instant breakfast powder for flavor. I hate that sometimes that's the best I can get into my stomach for dinner. But after that I lay on the couch for an hour or two (if I can), then try to cram in something higher in fat like cheese, ice cream sandwiches, or something like that just before I go to bed. I've found I can't sleep without a full stomach.
I'm starting a 12 hour fast to head to my Endo's office for a quick blood draw - most likely to check my fasting glucose. So I just crammed a heck of a lot of food that I shouldn't be having right now into my stomach so I can attempt to go to sleep in a little bit and hopefully sleep through part of the night.
Unfortunately my issues will probably stay this way until (and if) the doctors at Mayo get all my diagnoses and get me going on some type of treatment(s). Course that won't fix the lonliness, but maybe then I can actually eat enough to keep me awake and functioning all day.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Something I'd like to share today, on the 10th anniversary of something all Americans, and many around the world, will never forget. I don't particularly like the pictures in the video, so I suggest minimizing it and just listening to the sound.
I've had the mp3 of this tribute remix (the song is Revolution Cry by Lifehouse) for the past 10 years and it plays every couple days on my mp3 player while I'm at work (I mostly listen to everything on there on shuffle).
There is no great 'where I was when' story for me for this event. The day before I had travelled a 6+ hour round trip to see Lifehouse in their first show of their first ever headlining tour in Milwaukee. I got home early in the morning and planned to sleep most of the day (I was 20 and not working at the time). About 10 or 11 am CST my mother woke me up by knocking on my door and telling me we've been attacked. I still hate her for doing that because a) I was waking up and had no clue what she was saying and b) who in the heck wakes someone up by saying that unless you're in the line of fire? The way she talked to me that morning (my mother has pretty bad mental health problems) made me feel so guilty that I didn't sleep for the next 2 days as I stayed awake waiting for what else could happen and trying to comfort my friends. One of which was in a high school a few miles from the Pentagon and their school shook when that plane hit, and several of her classmates found out soon after they lost a parent.
10 years tends to last a long time, but the memory shortens it to seem like it was not that long ago. America and the whole world has seen many more horrible tragedies, and many wonderful things as well. Every person has had successes and triumph, heartbreak and failure. Yet time marches on with or without us. We remember - not to relive the pain, but to remember those we lost, the incredible feats of humanity to save as many lives as possible, and that as citizens of the world we must forever be watchful of ourselves and those we love because life changes every moment.
Take time to remember, but do not dwell. Live your life to the fullest while you can. We do not forget, but we must move on. As the song says, "when will this weeping generation dance again?"
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