So, I’ve been gaining weight for a while, ever since I broke up with my ex Valentines Day 2009. It is only natural that I should gain, since before the breakup, I had been depressed and stressed and didn’t eat and lost some weight. Then after we split, I became a whole lot less active, but started to eat again, so I got bigger. I could tell because my clothes got tight, and I had to shop for new pants and bras twice. It seems to have leveled off now. I must confess that I really hope I have leveled off and stopped gaining because a) I’m sick of shopping for pants and bras, y’all and b) I am a couple pounds shy of the Big 200.
Yeah, I weighed myself. Went to a naturopath appointment, way back in January, and out of some morbid curiosity regarding the fatness of my body, stepped on the scale. I really wish I hadn’t weighed myself, because when I saw “197” I had an OMGNOT200!DOOOOOOM! moment.
But why? Why is that number so horrible? Its just a number: whether I weigh 199 pounds or 201 doesn’t change me, or any of us, as human beings. Even if our culture does decree that it shall be the Magic Cutoff of Worth(TM). Too many women subscribe to it, like Oprah, and I don’t want to be one of them.
So, since Janurary, I’ve been telling myself that 200 is just a number and that it does not really reflect my actual shape and size and WORTH of my body and myself. It does not make me any less desirable–in fact, while it lowers my attractiveness for some men, it raises it for others, and for the men I ultimately wish to meet and date, it has no bearing whatsoever. And I believe that, seriously, but gaining all that weight still bummed me out, because, yo, shrinking clothes suck.
Yet even with all that internal pep-talking, and the reinforcing I got from y’all, the Fatosphere, I still felt like crap. Of course, I had been feeling like crap for a long time, since before my ex and I split. I thought it was due to my several food intolerances, diagnosed just this October. Eliminating gluten and caffeine from my diet has done tremendous amounts of wonders for my sense of health and well-being. But even though I slept better and lived better (not dealing with painful abdominal cramping and diarrhea after EVERY goddamned meal) I still felt like crap. My energy levels went up, and my mental stability improved, but I still felt sluggish, weak, bloated, out-of-breath, tired, irritable, impatient, and flat out ugly and undesirable. In short, I felt “FAT”. (I use this phrase not to comdemn fatness, but because it is the term so many American women–maybe even other english-speaking women and men?–use to describe their discomfort with their bodies.)
I refuse to diet, in any form. They don’t work long-term and instead just make you hungry and angry and stressed and self-hating, and then you start yo-yoing and shit. I just refuse to go down that road. Hell, my diet is restricted enough as it is, being gluten-intolerant. In fact, I refuse to get sucked into the whole wish-fullfillment trap of the Fantasy of Being Thin, and I have rebelliously denied that fantasy by eating whatever the fuck I wanted, when I wanted. But that hasn’t made my crappy-body feelings go away.
Then a couple months ago, it came to me. I need to move, be active. I used to hike and walk a lot, before the ex and I went splitsville. And my healthier diet and better sleeping habits expanded my energy reserves. But I haven’t been active at all since the breakup. I just work, eat, read, and sleep.
So, I joined a gym.
I hate gyms. I hate machines and the whole thin=fit culture rampant in gyms. But this gym is the regional YMCA. Its got a POOL. Two, in fact. Most gyms in this area of the country just don’t have pools (don’t ask me why, cuz I sure don’t know). I love, love, LOVE to swim, and hadn’t been swimming since I moved out here. And since the whole tenet of HAES is to find activities one loves to do, I opted to join the Y.
I’ve gone 3 times since joining on the 1st. And, y’all, I’m so glad I did this. Swimming makes me feel euphoric and relaxed, calm and tired, and at peace with the cold cruel world. It makes me feel strong. And since I’m not focused on BEING SKINNY, I can actually enjoy feeling my body glide through the water. I can enjoy the bubbling hot tub. I can meditate in the steam room. I can watch the Zumba chicks dance and say “that looks fun, I will try that next week.” And best of all, I can climb on the locker room scale, see the numbers say “197” and NOT GIVE A FUCK, cuz, y’all I feel great! 200 really IS just a number. Whether I am above or below that “magic cuttoff of worth”, I”m still me. I’m still here. Am I still fat? Hell, yeah. Do I still “feel FAT”? Hell, no. And that’s all anyone, thin or fat, can ask for; our worth and our ability to feel good and be worthy, does not depend on some damn number.
Dee 8:02 pm on June 18, 2010 Permalink
I guess it depends on why you don’t eat dairy. If you’re lactose intolerant, then maybe you can take lactaid, then eat the cheese.
Rachel 8:29 pm on June 18, 2010 Permalink
Speaking for Jen here, its my understanding that she is casein intolerant.
CTJen 8:37 pm on June 18, 2010 Permalink
Dee, since that post I linked to, I have tried that and still reacted. I’m not sure exactly what it is in dairy that makes me sick. Just that it does. :-( Thanks anyway.
Meera 8:18 pm on June 18, 2010 Permalink
The casein in cheese is said to act as a drug, giving an ‘addictive’ quality to cheese which accounts for the fact that it is often the ‘most missed’ item given up by vegans. It certainly was for me for many years (not as much anymore).
Can you find a good vegan cheese without wheat or oats? (My absolute favourite, Bute Island’s Scheese, includes gluten-free oat fiber, so I don’t know if that’s still too ‘oat-y’ for your needs.)
Rachel 8:32 pm on June 18, 2010 Permalink
Speaking for Jen again; she is one of those rare celiacs who is intolerant of oat protein as well as gluten. Yeah it totally sucks to be her.
CTJen 8:53 pm on June 18, 2010 Permalink
Yeah, oats are right out. Even a tiny amount will make me sick. I didn’t even think about trying vegan cheeses. I’ll see what I can find. Thank you!
Heidi 9:11 pm on June 18, 2010 Permalink
It *looks* like it’s free of all of these and a friend of mine says this is a good vegan cheese option (her daughter cannot have casein either): http://www.daiyafoods.com/index.html
meerkat 2:42 am on June 19, 2010 Permalink
I don’t have any right now so I can’t check for gluten but my favorite soy cheese is Follow Your Heart brand. If you can find soy cheese you can eat, you might want to try a variety of them, because it took me a long time to find one I actually liked.
Lady Bird 5:35 am on June 19, 2010 Permalink
Let me second the Daiya “cheese” recommendation. I just had it for the first time and it’s melty and delicious. There are many recipes for ‘cashew cheese’ which usually involve cashews, lemon juice, garlic, salt and water and/or oil. It’s my favorite way to cure cheese cravings.
Instead of focusing on finding something super cheese like, try finding something rich with umami, like roasted sesame oil. I’ve heard that Red Star nutritional yeast is okay for celiacs, but you might want to check.
Meera 9:17 am on June 21, 2010 Permalink
The Uncheese Cookbook is a good source for a huge variety of non-dairy, make-them-yourself ‘cheeses’ (of varying appeal, as I’ve discovered by making a few).
La di Da 5:51 am on June 19, 2010 Permalink
My favourite vegan cheese for slices is Tofutti, they have mozzarella and American cheese styles. The Tofutti cream cheese is great too. My fave for melting is Cheezly, their “mozzarella” really does melt like real cheese. cheezly also does slices but I haven’t had the chance to try them, but I suspect they’d also be pretty tasty. I can’t eat gluten and haven’t had a problem with them.
Cashew nut cream is also great for cream sauces! Add nutritional yeast flakes to make cheesy sauce. Great on gluten-free macaroni. :)
Barb 2:40 pm on June 19, 2010 Permalink
You might also miss the memories/positive associations formed from past experiences with cheese–just because it was something you enjoyed as a kid. Find new foods you enjoy, that are creamy or whatnot, and it will not be the same, but but you can form new memories and positive associations. Intuition is hard to use because it gets mixed up with other conceptions we have–but you can do it!
Frances 8:39 pm on June 20, 2010 Permalink
I’ve no cheese replacement suggestions, but just so you know, intuitive eating isn’t a perfect system: http://www.fatshionista.com/cms/index.php?option=com_mojo&Itemid=69&p=351