Jealousy is a funny thing…and by funny, I mean a pain in the ass and very discouraging. I consider myself a kind and supportive person. Eager to see people succeed and reach their goals. Now that’s what I consider myself to be but that doesn’t make it so. Well, I am those things but I’m also much more…for example, prone to jealousy or envy. Crap. Sometimes the truth hurts.

I have been working at losing weight for the past couple years. I guess before that I was working on gaining it. Who knew that was a job? I have changed what I eat, and I started exercising. Keeping my physical limitations in mind, I tread water for an hour a day when it’s warm out. Our pool is not heated…brrrr. I’ve made big changes, and it’s been hard. Hard to implement and even more difficult to be consistent…so fucking hard. Seems like it should be easy since I’ve developed new habits. Seems that way but….

Habits with eating are tricky because food is tricky. If I just didn’t need to eat, I’d have it made. But there are so many choices and so many things that influence my choices…my mood, what food is in the fridge, my mood, what people around me are eating, my mood, cravings, and my mood. I am an emotional eater. I’d like to say I’m not anymore but that would be a lie. I thought I’d be over it by now, but alas I am not.

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a blog about my weight loss. I talked about how I lost weight with switching to whole food, plant-based eating. I felt vulnerable after that post because my weight is a very private topic to me. As I said, I am an emotional eater…and because I felt exposed, I handled my discomfort by making unhealthy food choices. Patterns are hard to break. I continued to sabotage myself for over a week. I did become aware of what I was doing…it only took 3 or 4 days to notice and then another week to decide to do something about it. Fuck. I guess it’s better than never being aware…still frustrating.

Speaking of feeling vulnerable, here’s something I’m not proud of…I feel jealous when I see the commercials for those injections that make you lose weight. My understanding is they help you lose weight because they suppress your appetite. I suppose you still make a choice not to eat. So, here’s the thing, I want shots. I want to have an easy time losing weight. I want to lose weight faster…but I can’t have the shots. The doctor said no, about 50 pounds ago. I don’t have diabetes. I’m not even pre-diabetic. That’s what I get for eating plants. Plus, my cholesterol has gone down 25 points in the last 8 months. I am happy that I’m healthier. That was my goal after all. But damn it I want shots too! I want to be one of those people in the commercials dancing and singing about lowering my A1C…whatever the fuck that is. I want to sing about losing weight…and I am definitely not singing.

As I am writing this Serena Williams is on tv injecting herself and taunting me about her 31 pounds she’s lost…seriously? What the absolute fuck?! I am frustrated…I know I hide it well. I am mostly just frustrated with myself and my attitude. You’ve gotta agree it needs work. Why can’t I just be happy for all the people of the world who are healthier because they’ve lost weight? I should be able to celebrate with them, shouldn’t I? What is up with all the jealousy and envy…and the judgement that lies behind it. I know I’m being judgy. I just don’t know why. Well…wait…ya, I know…I do know. Of course I know. Fuck. I don’t want to try. I don’t want to do the work. Even though I said I did in my blog, that was then, and this is today…moods come and go so quickly here…here being inside of me…this mind of mine.

Jealousy is “Feeling or showing envy of someone or their achievements and advantages, feeling resentful of another’s success or possessions.” It is a “complex emotion involving a combination of insecurity, fear, resentment, and suspicion; Unchecked jealousy can lead to anxiety, low self-esteem, and harmful behaviors like sabotage.” Envy is, “Wanting what someone else has, such as possessions, qualities, or achievements.” Now according to Merriam Webster I have more envy than jealousy…although I am resentful of Serena Williams…and Rebel Wilson…whatever.

Jealousy. Envy. Wanting what someone else has…being resentful. I am jealous and/or envious of weight loss being easy for other people. How do I know it was easy? Because it looked easy…from my perspective. People do dance and sing after all. So, according to me it was easy. Me in all my great wisdom…Duh, right? Jealousy…envy…I have them both. And an unverified belief that weight loss is easy with the injections and so hard for me…poor, poor me.

So, what to do…so far, I’ve only managed self pity. And I tell ya, it’s not really working. Feeling sorry for myself is not going to pull me out of this emotional soup I’m stuck in. I can’t seem to will myself out of this…so? So, what? That is the question. So, I wish I knew. I am hoping to discover something before the end of this blog. I’d like to think I have a point…don’t you worry, I’ll find one.

After I read books on plant-based eating and weight loss I became determined to change my eating habits. I wanted to lose weight, but I also wanted to be as healthy as I could, with as little pain and inflammation in my body as possible. I was training myself to enjoy healthy food…to like the taste of vegetables…I already love fruit. Then this jealousy and envy attacked me. But when did I decide that I changed my mind back? That I didn’t want to be healthy? That crappy food is more important to me than my own longevity, my own pain management. Do I like nachos and cookies more than myself? Do I want wine and cheese more than feeling better? Of course I don’t. I’m not an idiot…I can be difficult, but I am not an idiot. So where is the disconnect for me?

Food is important. We must eat to live. I feel strongly about continuing to live. But food also means so many things to us. We want cake for a birthday, champagne to celebrate an achievement…and more cake. We associate holidays with the smell of roasting turkey (at least I did before I became a vegetarian), mashed potatoes and gravy…or burgers on a grill in summer. I’ve had family or friends want to make a salad for thanksgiving and it offended me. You do not waste the precious space in your stomach on salad. Not on a holiday. You use every inch for “the good stuff.” Why is the “bad stuff” the “good stuff” for me? At least that has been my thinking…might still kind of be…a little.

When someone dies, we make a big meal to celebrate the life lost. We eat to mourn. People bring us comfort food after a loss…casseroles…lots of casseroles. On our own, when we’re sad, we reach for ice cream, cookies, candy…and of course, cake. We find comfort in food. We’ve been taught to. But do cake and cookies and casseroles really provide comfort, or do they just provide a distraction from the real source of our pain. After a loss we can feel empty, as if something is missing…and it is. Rather than sit with that discomfort, it’s easier to fill the emptiness with food. I know that I have often misinterpreted feelings like anger, that I notice in my gut, for hunger. If I feel something in my stomach it must be hunger, right? No. We feel and carry emotions throughout our bodies.

We’re meaning makers. There’s a story of our life running through us. The story we tell ourselves about where we’ve been and where we’re going. That story frames how we see the world…it is the lens we look through to view everything. How we treat our bodies is part of that story. How we feel about eating, what we want to eat, what we like and dislike, and how we eat are all part of that story. Some of it is learned…passed on to us by our families, our friends, our world. And some of it is habit…the way we’ve always done it. There are some parts of our story, what we tell ourselves, that we may not even be aware of. We make decisions based on our story, and the habits we’ve developed. Perhaps a better alternative is to become intentional in our eating.

We eat for more reasons than to just survive. We eat to nourish and restore our bodies. We can honor our bodies with the food choices we make. We can discover what is sacred to us in the ordinary. The things we do each day without a thought. What we eat, how we feel about eating, who we share meals with, and how we approach eating all shape our perspective…our story. Are we grateful for food, for nourishment, for everything that went into what we eat…the seeds, the land, the farmers, farm workers, truck drivers, grocery store workers, the sun, the rain, the person who prepared the meal…there is so much to be grateful for. Do we intentionally focus on gratitude when we eat? There are people all over the world who would give anything to have the abundance of what we eat…even a portion of it. Do we stop and notice all of that, and feel thankful, before we take our first bite?

So, maybe a change in perspective is all I really need. A shift from lack to gratitude. Recognizing that I do not lack anything just because I can’t have the weight loss injections I want. Gratitude that I can do the work. And I have done 85 pounds of the work. Intentional gratitude that I get to eat regular meals. That I have abundant food choices…including beautiful, nourishing fruits and veggies. That I get to choose…and I am not starving. Gratitude that I am not experiencing food insecurity. A deep concern for those who are. A concern that moves me to action and a determination that out of my abundance I will share…gladly and graciously.

Sometimes all you need is a new perspective…and a better attitude. Apparently, I need both. I need a perspective that teaches me loving-kindness towards others and a desire to see people be all they can be…to become who they really are. All of us fully embracing ourselves, the good and the not so great…embracing our broken and beautiful selves. Loving ourselves into the fullness of our beings. And offering others the same. Because in the end all that matters is how we love people…even when they have something we think we want. Love anyway.