Thursday, June 20, 2013
And what on earth does that mean? Do we really think that if doctors are paid to tell you that you are overweight, you'll just "snap out of it"? What can a medical community tell you that you don't already know, in agonizing detail? Cheetos make me fat??? Really?? Like I don't already know!
I remember when alcoholism was listed as a disease. Rehabs opened all over the country, happy to take insurance dollars. But did it get more people sober? No. It made non-alcoholics feel better, like they were "doing something about the problem", but until an alcoholic has an honest desire to get sober, willing to go to any lengths needed (and oh how long those lengths are!), he won't succeed. That's every minute of every day, no minutes off. Rehabs cannot give an alcoholic that desire, it has to come from within. Most alcoholics do not recover; they cannot maintain that desire in real life. It's hard work that eases over time, but it requires action and willingness, for the rest of your life, something that no other person can give you.
Even if obesity is a disease, the cure is still up to the person facing the doughnut. We have all been there, many of us succeeded, not because of medical help (I heard it all) but because one day, we found that something that comes from......where? But we were able to walk past the doughnut. Then do it again and again. Every day, day after day. And those of us who have been able to keep it off don't do it because we know we are sick, but because we know that for SOME reason, we can't have the doughnut.
If someone can invent that magic pill that makes doughnuts taste terrible (and the pharmaceutical industry knows that whoever invents it will be the richest company in the world, they aren't waiting for the "disease" label) then we won't have to work so hard, log every bite, be constantly aware. I am not holding my breath for that pill.
So I weigh, measure, log, plan, every day. There is no magic in a label, no magic pill. If only!