Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Another one bites the dust.

So I'm officially down 4.4 lbs; for some reason, the ticker I use on the blog rounds up (perhaps for motivation? In my case it will doubtlessly lead to complacency because I'm wicked strong that way).

Give me a minute to complain about my WW meeting before I complain about my week of counting points and being hungry. Aside from the bevy of senior citizens who are there for the 4th or 5th time since the 1970's, there are two women about my age, both with little girls, who come to the meetings. Both girls are about 3 years old, and one of the moms has another little baby, too. One mom brings her little girl with piles of books and activities to keep her busy during the meeting. The other takes her little girl's coat off and then proceeds to ignore her for the entire 30 minutes of the meeting. She's busy bouncing the baby, leaving the meeting altogether to talk on her phone outside, and other things that clearly take precedence over keeping track of her daughter.

It annoys me to no end to watch this little girl roam the meeting, staring at people, standing over the other little girl (who for some reason doesnt' want to share any of her books or activities with this girl) and inching her way closer and closer to the other girl's belongings, hoping to be invited to join in. To have anything to do.

First of all, it's just sucky parenting. If you're going to bring a preschool-aged child to an adult gathering and expect her to be there for upwards of 45 minutes, bring something for her to do. Right? Common sense. Especially if you have no intention of paying any attention to her yourself. This is not rocket science. If you see the other little girl has a dress up doll and your little girl is all but drooling over them, howzabout you take a cue and bring some yourself next time?

Second of all, I'm not sure how I feel about having little kids, especially little girls, present in a meeting where the entire focus is on losing weight. Sure, sure, I hear you: But Sarah, the goal is creating a healthy lifestyle and learning how to eat healthy foods, and that's good for kids! blah blah blah.

Yeah. Sure. I get it. But even more than that? It's about losing weight. It's about taking account of every single bite you put in your mouth, and clapping for people who find a way to put food in their mouth and still lose weight. It's about seeing people who have spent the better parts of their lives struggle with weight continue to struggle with their weight.

Aren't these girls going to be subjected to enough body image confusion as they get older (and not much older--eating disorders are striking girls at younger and younger ages these days)? Is it really in their best interest to sit through 45 minutes of "eat broccoli and you'll be skinny!!! Yay!!!" rhetoric? Today, one of the little girls walked up to the meeting leader, hands clasped behind her back like Little Cindy Lu Who and said, "I eat all my broccoli," and the meeting erupted in applause. Yes, I know. It's great for a kid to learn how to eat healthfully. I get that.

But can't they just be little girls for a little while? I wonder what goes through their minds, after having sat through meeting after meeting, when they see their friends eating an M&M cookie? Is there a little part of them that has absorbed the WW meetings enough that they feel guilty for eating it? Or, even though they don't know how to count, assign a certain number of points to what they eat?

I don't think these moms are horrible for bringing their kids to WW meetings; I have no idea what their options for child care are, and I have no idea what their own psychological need for these meetings are. And yes, I suppose the damage done by sitting through months of weekly WW meetings is probably still better for them than having obese parents who pass horrific eating habits along to them. I get all of that. And hey, I'm sitting there in that room, too, so I guess I'm accountable to some extent for their indoctrination, too. I just wish the little girls weren't there--they're kids. They're too young to absorb this concern into their psyches.

And me? What has this week taught me about myself? Well, for starters I HAD lost more than 1lb. I stepped on the scale on Friday and was down 2.5lbs (home and WW scales are about dead on with each other). Then this weekend, I managed to rationalize my need for that chocolate chip cookie DIPPED in chocolate. Huh?! And last night, when I had a healthy stir fry on the menu, I managed to rationalize Husband bringing home buffalo wings and baked potatoes for dinner. So....when I stepped on the scale this morning, that 2.5lbs translated into 1lb.

So what's up with that? I'm not sure. Instead of motivating me to keep going, weight loss seems to lead me to weight gain. Makes sense, given my pattern over the past 3 years of losing and gaining back the same 10lbs. I am still unsure if it's as simple as me convincing myself that I can have a treat because I've already lost weight, or if it goes deeper than that. If there is some panic involved with me actually losing the weight and continuing to lose. What does it actually mean to me if I lose the weight, and keep losing? What am I afraid of?

I know the psychology behind it--in my years as a teacher, I saw many a struggling student make headway in my class, earn a B+ on a test where before they'd been pulling D's, take momentary pride in themselves and then head right back down to the land of D's. It wasn't just that the B+ test was on material that they "got" and the rest of it was too hard; it was that getting that B+ opened up a whole new set of opportunities for them and what if they couldn't keep it up? Getting D's wasn't good, but it was comfortable--it's what they knew. And continuing to get D's meant that no one was going to really notice the next D, or the next one. Getting a B+ suddenly created new expectations--you should continue getting B+'s, right? If you did it once, you can do it again! But what if their next test scores an F? Think of the disappointment. Better to just skulk back to the D's, so that no one is let down by that F. Better to set those expectations low and meet them than to let everyone (and yourself) down with mediocrity in the face of great hope.

So maybe I seek out the chocolate chip cookie because losing another 3lbs in one week would set the bar too high? I don't know.

I don't know. For now, I'll kiss that 1lb goodbye and be happy with it. It's a lb I never want back.

1 comment:

lonek8 said...

I do exactly the same thing in terms of rationalization and treating myself - oh I ate well all day so now I can totally pig out on ice cream and it won't matter. um, no, that's not the way this works. nd that could explain why instead of losing weight, I've gained 10lbs. It's a process, and I think asking these questions will help change the behavior so that in the end you are where you want and deserve to be.

Also? I would have to leave that meeting. just hearing about the one little girl has me so upset i want to simultaneously cry and slap her mother.