Very long and utterly boring story short: I’ve struggled with my weight all of my adult life. I graduated high school at about 160 pounds, naturally thinking I was completely massive since I was lead to believe by the media that women should weigh 125 pounds at most. In my adult life I have never gotten below 173. I don’t know if I could or should weigh less than that, but it’s always felt pretty good to be that weight. I’m older and wiser now about scales and BMI’s and all the other stupid ways to measure health that really don’t measure health at all, so weighing 173 sounds just perfect as long as I feel good. My weight, though, has fluctuated between 173 and 235 pounds for the last 10 years (not counting pregnancy weight which actually got up to about 250 with my first baby).
Ever since the birth of my son, I’ve been slowly gaining and gaining no matter what I do. I’ve spent months walking 1-3 miles 3-4 times a week. I’ve cut out all sugar for weeks. I was so frustrated since I feel like I should have seen at least SOME change with that. I wasn’t necessarily expecting a 60 pound loss right away, but some sign that my body was getting the message would have been nice. Instead I gained. Slowly. Continually. Relentlessly. I work hard on loving my body but, damn, it’s hard to do when it’s just.not.working. And it wasn’t just weight – there were all sorts of other issues which are beginning to be resolved now in various ways. But this entry is about the weight part of it.
I don’t know enough to advocate the Blood Type Diet as something to follow or not, but I do remember having a very psychic moment with it about five years ago. Baby Elliott was asleep on my chest and I had gone out to eat with some friends of mine. Melissa had brought the book along and we all looked up our blood types and found it to be oddly accurate for our life experiences. In my case, it said gluten would cause weight gain, and I remembered back to about a year and a half before to when Margie (and I, by way of breastfeeding) had been gluten-free for two months. I lost 10 pounds that second month without doing anything differently.
So when we finally removed gluten from my daughter’s diet last year due to a blood test confirming a sensitivity, I decided to go along for the ride myself. At first there was no change. I was frustrated. But right around the time we’d been gluten-free for six months, I started losing weight. All spring I dropped pound after pound without too much other change in my lifestyle since I already eat well and try to exercise regularly. I didn’t mention it, though, because I was certain it would hear me and come right back with friends. When people asked about it, I made them talk in whispers and then knock wood. I’m still pretty nervous to put this out there. Dear Universe, please don’t make the weight come back inexplicably!
Anyway, I’m now down 30 pounds (knock wood! You, too. Now, please!) and promised myself that as soon as the scale dropped below 200 I’d write about it. And the other day I climbed on the WiiFit and, instead of hearing, “That’s obese!” (The WiiFit is oddly upbeat about obesity) the words were different: “That’s overweight!” I did a double-take, I was so used to hearing those other words. Now, I also weigh myself every other week at my acupuncturist’s office and the two scales are pretty much exactly 10 pounds apart, putting me at not yet under 200 according to that scale. But who are you gonna trust? A health care practitioner’s scale or a video game placed on carpet? Right. Totally the video game.