I'm having success with my weight loss. I've lost 16 pounds since the middle of October which is about a pound a week. I think I have about 26 pounds to go; so, if I keep up the pound a week pace, I should be at my healthy weight by Scott's birthday.
The bad news here is that I've officially become too small to use Gwynnie Bee. Sad. (I found a replacement service which I'll talk more about at some point.)
Here's the other bad news. I hate the fact that I am focusing on my weight right now when I live in a country that is obsessed with weight in an unhealthy way.
As The Biggest Loser likes to say, "obesity is an epidemic in America." To that, I would add that the opposite of obesity is also an epidemic.
Imagine my surprise when a strikingly gaunt Rachel appeared on stage at the Finale. She looked unhealthy. When she weighed in, it was revealed that she weighed 105 pounds.
I am not a nutritionist. I'm not a doctor. I'm not a financial planner. Maybe she did this in a completely healthy way and there's nothing to worry about. Maybe her methods weren't entirely healthy, but she wanted to win $250,000, so it was worth it to go a bit overboard.
But, oh my goodness people, what message are we sending? This does not appear to be healthy. This should not be viewed as success.
It seems to me that she traded one disorder for another. At 260 pounds, she used food for comfort and didn't exercise at all. Now, at 105, she uses her control over food for comfort, and exercises obsessively. Her behaviors are still problematic. They are just differently problematic. I hope her journey is not yet done.
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