Look at Me Now: Body Image & Goals

Posted on August 24, 2011

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Hello blog world, I’m back.  ;)

I’ve been thinking lately a lot about body image and plastic surgery.  I’m 181 lbs (give or take a pound depending on the day).  I’ve lost 141 lbs since my heaviest.   I’m good with where I am, but like most achievers, I continue to strive for better.  Stagnation is difficult for me.  I feel like it breeds complacency and laziness. I don’t like that I haven’t been able to make it to the 170s.  I get frustrated that I allow my life to be chaotic sometimes.  Drowning in indulgences, I often lose myself.

That’s life, right?

I have a lot of goals I would like to achieve. Some of them are out of my hands.  Things I want, but I can’t force (not saying that I haven’t tried).  For instance, I want to find a partner and have children.  At this point in life, I don’t see that being a secret or something I can’t talk about.  I’m ready.  I’ll be a great mom and a caring partner.  I just haven’t had too much luck in the love department.  I attribute this to the fact that I continue to date emotionally unavailable & ambivalent men.  I don’t know how to solve this one.  So I won’t.  It’s out of my hands.  If it happens, it happens, right?  And if not, I have to move onto plan B: Adoption or plan C: suckering someone into impregnating me and be a single mom.  This is probably the easiest option on the front end (that’s what she said), but in the long term, not ideal. Plan D is steal a kid.

Another goal:  I want to save for plastic surgery.  If I had the money, I would:

  • get a boob job
  • tummy tuck
  • skin removal on my arms
  • lazer hair removal almost everywhere (nobody wants to shave all the time)

Now most of this is not in the cards cause I don’t have money like that…and it is also in competition w/ my traveling goals. You can’t have two really expensive goals when you work at a non-profit (even if you’re running the show). So, I need to figure out alternative ways to combat these things.

Alternative #1: Spend way more time at the gym trying to tighten things.  I have some hope that this can improve my body image situation, however there are just some things I have NO hope about.  I dont’ think my arms will ever really be ideal.  I saw a picture from a while back and I had HUGE arms.  So…that skin is screwed.  I did call my insurance company and a tummy tuck may be covered.  I need to do a bit more research on this but this may actually happen in the near future.

Alternative #2:  Say fuck it and force myself to learn to love all aspects and imperfections that make me who I am (excess skin, excess fat, excess baggage and all).  Probably the hardest options.  How do you change your own mind?  How do you change YEARS of negative body image?  I can’t remember the last time I looked in the mirror and wasn’t overly critical of what I looked like.  It had to be pre-teen years, when I was too oblivious to care.  And being critical of myself doesn’t mean I’m unhappy with myself.  I have made SOOOO much progress.  I recognize that.  I am proud of myself for that.  But the achiever in me wants more, wants better, needs new goals. I don’t know why, in my head, accepting myself as I am is equated with stagnation.

This isn’t a life altering blog.  It’s me writing out loud; processing publicly the way good externally motivated people do.

For now, I’m plugging along.  I have been doing C25K which is kind of perfect for me.  I’m not a runner.  I don’t ever think I will be, but this application helps me set goals.  When I’m tired of making so many decisions, it kind of makes it for me.

So, as of today.  This is me.  This is probably the least clothes I’ve ever worn for a picture.  It’s my bold move for the day.  

Those of you who have never been fat, you have no idea what I’m talking about.  You’ve been rocking skimpy clothing for a while.  Big girls, you know what I’m talking about.  Exposing yourself and your flaws is not easy.  I spent 15 years of my life hiding or trying to camoflauge my external self, masking it w/ laughter and black clothes.  Two years ago, I had just decided to make an appointment to talk with the doctor at the Weight Loss clinic at Fairview; I can truly say, I have come a long way.  My life is changed for the good.  So, for today, I’m choosing Alternative #2: Fuck it.  This is me.