Holiday Stress
Oddly enough I don’t feel stress about food this holiday season. I know what I can eat, I know what I have to avoid. And I know I’ll find time to exercise and burn off calories. All is good. Except. It’s not. My anxiety level is on the rise and as we count down the days to Christmas Eve, I’m finding myself more and more stressed.
I feel stupid for feeling this way, but I do. My weight has been a defining issue for me my entire life. And I’ve always resented that. I’ve always been the fat one in the family, and I’ve never felt good enough as a result. Even when I was winning scholarships or being promoted at work. I was always that fat one. The fat daughter, the fat cousin, the niece, the fat friend. I don’t if everyone felt that way - but I do know I always felt that way.
And now we are less than 4 weeks away from Christmas, and I’m still fat. But I’m not nearly as big as I was. I’m proud of my accomplishments - truly - but I must tell you the truth, thinner or fatter I’m sick and tired of feeling defined by my weight. I don’t want to talk about my diet with these people now anymore than I wanted to talk about it when I was heavier. I just want it to be a non-issue. But it’s an issue, for me. And I’m worried that there is no reaction (positive, negative, ignored) that will not be an issue for me. I hate that I feel this way. I’m almost 42 years old and I’m sitting here this week cowering in fear about the way my mother, my aunts, my cousins will look at me. It’s pathetic. And I’m tired of it. I’m better than this, and yet I can’t get out of my own way.
This blog is coming today because today is my first test. My cousin Annie is coming to town and I love her to pieces. We have a lot in common. She’s struggled with her weight just as I have and I know that it has played a role in her quest to find true love just as it has haunted me behind the scenes in that department. I don’t know how she’ll react to me. She’s a great barometer for me to know how others will react. And I’m going to use her to figure out how to deal with it. Part of me will be crushed if she doesn’t immediately notice. Part of me will be thrilled if she doesn’t make a big deal out of it. And all of me can’t wait to see her regardless. I’m craving family right now, despite the fact that I’m honestly terrified of them, or more accurately my own reaction to them.
I’m not even sure this blog makes sense anymore but I’m grateful for the opportunity to put it down on virtual paper and to own it as my personal truth. Thank you for your support. Ellen
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