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A Matter of Perspective

~ Kai Raines ~ Leave a comment

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.

Here’s Your Answer…Finally

~ Kai Raines ~ Leave a comment

So, I have been trying to build my online presence. How’s it going you wonder? Not great. Why you ask…because it turns out I don’t spend much time on social media. I don’t like social media much, especially lately. My idea of social media is looking at pictures of my grandkids, clips of the WNBA, bulldogs, pandas, and little kids who drop the f bomb on Instagram. Because seriously, who can resist pandas? They are hysterical. Nothing phases them. They hang from trees, balance awkwardly on branches, play in the snow and when they fall, they roll up into a ball like it was all part of their plan. And yet it’s clear…they don’t have plan. If you are ever sad, search pandas on instagram. They’re the best.

So, I have a lot of work to do. I need to develop my engagement skills which is funny because I’m good at building relationships…just not online. For example, a month or two ago I posted that I lost 85 pounds, and I included a couple different pictures of my progress. Someone asked me how I did it. What did I say you ask? Nothing. I didn’t respond. I meant to but I never did. Fuck. I am clearly a work in progress…sloooow progress.

So here is my long overdue response…along with my apologies. The short answer is I adopted a whole food plant-based diet…mostly. I love cheese. Anyway, that’s where I am now but it’s not where I started. In case you’re wondering, I started as the junk food queen of Florida.

When I decided I needed to do something to lose weight, besides hoping, it was after I saw a picture of myself. I didn’t realize how much weight I had gained or what I looked like. You know how you can know you’ve gained weight, but you think it’s not that big of a deal? At a checkup, my doctor asked me what WE were going to do about the weight gain. I wanted to say, “WE think YOU should lose the weight for us.” I was really upset by the photo and decided I needed to do something, so I joined Noom. I picked Noom because there were daily reading assignments, and I love to read and learn new things, so it seemed like a good fit.

All of this took place during Covid…the time when everyone in the world gained weight. There was nothing to do except eat and drink. I needed both vices to survive supervising online school for my grandkids. Even with all that, I did lose weight on NOOM. 40 pounds. And then I started gaining it back slowly. I was sticking with the calorie guidelines, mostly, but I was not making healthy food choices. Snacking, big heavy meals, sweets, and wine. Comfort food. Comfort candy. Comfort wine. Right?! I have a wicked sweet tooth, and I was eating a lot of sugar and enjoying too much wine. Never wanting to take responsibility too soon, I blamed Covid for all of that. Who didn’t eat and drink more? I was afraid and I was stressed. I was worried that everyone I loved was going to die. I spent a lot of energy just trying to cope…everyone did.

Now I am not saying anything about the general population losing or gaining weight and I am not telling anyone what they should do. Humans come in all shapes and sizes and that is a beautiful thing. I am only speaking for me. I’m sharing my experience because I think other people have found themselves in a similar place and felt like I did. I reached a point where I was unhappy with my weight and how I looked. I looked different than I thought I did, and I was frightened by what I saw…in the picture and on the scale.

So, pandemic or not, I knew I needed to make changes in my life. First, I joined Noom. Second, I quit drinking. The drinking was hard because it had become a nightly habit and the people around me were drinking. But I did it. I decided I wouldn’t drink any calories, except for the creamer in my morning tea. I love my tea. I quit for 9 months, then I drank some, and then I quit again. Currently, I only drink on occasion. It’s too easy for me to gain weight when I drink. And alcohol isn’t the only drink with calories. I quit drinking coke and juice.

After we moved to Florida, I struggled to lose more weight and found myself gaining instead. Turns out my mom loved junk food…loved it! Cheetos and candy. And she loved me to join her in those treats…and I did…for a while anyway. There was one other time in my life when I lost a significant amount of weight. It was after I had my 3 kids and was going through a divorce. In my memory, it was easy to lose the weight…95 pounds. So, I kept wondering why it was so hard to lose weight now. It definitely was not easy…not even close.

I remember reading about Shonda Rimes, the creator of Grey’s Anatomy, losing weight. She said that she had worked hard for everything she achieved in her life so why would losing weight be any different. That made sense. Now working hard implies discipline and discipline makes me cringe. When I hear that word I think of punishment. Discipline was harsh, painful, and meant negative consequences…a spanking or grounding when I was a kid. Discipline was to be avoided.

Although I had never thought about it, I’ve done a bunch of things in my life that took great discipline. I have multiple degrees that required a lot of school…classes, papers, tests. I held jobs for years. I showed up to work on time, got my work done, and did more than just work 9 to 5 when it was necessary. I lost 95 pounds…I wonder if regaining weight required discipline…ya, I know…it didn’t.

So, from my Cheeto and candy induced coma, I made some decisions. Noom was no longer helping me, or I wasn’t allowing it to, so I ended my membership. Next, I read a book called, Plant Based Weight Loss, by Shawn A. Sales and I decided to eat a primarily plant-based, whole food diet. I also committed to not eating a plant-based pile of crap. There is plenty of plant-based junk food out there and I’ve eaten a lot of it. Gluten free, plant-based pop-tarts. Oh yes, they have them and I have eaten them…fortunately, they aren’t good. I used to joke that I was a horrible vegetarian because I didn’t eat vegetables. I decided to change that too. I gave up coke, chips, candy, cake, donuts…you get the idea. I have a crazy sweet tooth, and I found the best way to control it was to not activate it. So, I gave up sugary treats. This was no small feat since the lived with the queen of sweets and Cheetos. Having Celiac disease was helpful here because I couldn’t eat the Krispy Kreme donuts, pie, coffee cakes, and other gluten filled treats in the house. That did not take discipline, just the fear of puking my guts out.

Another book I read was, How Not to Die, by Michael Gregor, MD and Gene Stone…catchy title huh? I’m not sure the people I have gifted it to appreciated it. This doctor talks about how you can reverse or slow down most diseases with a plant-based, whole food diet. There are people in my family with diabetes and according to Dr. Gregor you can reverse it. I know someone with Parkinson’s and their symptoms could be improved and the progress of the disease slowed with a change of diet.

A huge factor motivating me to change my diet was chronic pain. I have multiple health issues that cause me chronic pain…degenerative disc disease, degenerative joint disease, a connective tissue disorder, and fibromyalgia. I have joint replacements in both knees and my elbow. Most of my spine is fused and I have a screw and staples in my foot. I have pain daily and I’m tired of it…I’m tired from it. I decided I was ready to do anything I could to reduce my pain. Plant-based, whole foods are supposed to decrease inflammation, and I wanted to see if it would help me. I felt desperate. I have been dealing with serious chronic pain every day for many years. I was willing to try almost anything.

So, I got discipline. I set goals, changed some habits, and learned I do in fact have self-control. Of course, I had those things previously, but I wasn’t accessing them to help myself. I started losing weight again. It was easy. It was easy if I stuck to my plan. By eating plant-based whole foods I was losing weight. I wasn’t counting calories or policing how much I ate, and I was not exercising…yet. I wasn’t hungry because I was eating as much as I wanted to, of plant-based whole foods. If I was hungry, I ate. And weight started coming off naturally…in a sense, easily.

I’m sure the changes shocked the hell out of my system. I shocked myself. I started to like vegetables and salad. I already loved fruit. Now I’ve lost 85 pounds. It could be more, but I’ve had some bumps in the road. Like my birthday when I decided I wanted gluten free cupcakes and that sent me on a sugar spiral. I recently had some teeth extracted and for soft foods I picked pudding, ice cream, and mashed potatoes. I know there are other choices, but I didn’t make them. Between that and my recent trip to New York. I gained 10 pounds…which I have lost again. I frustrated myself with the yo yo-ing…my discipline is evolving.

Apparently, you do have to practice discipline and maintain awareness of what you’re doing and the choices you’re making in order to lose weight and to develope new habits to reach a goal, even if it’s difficult. I am training myself to crave healthy food because I’m committed to caring for my body. This body of mine has been through so much and yet it keeps going, keeps working even when it’s in pain. The least I can do is respect it enough to care for it.

I don’t have the answer for weight loss. I have my own experience to share and an understanding that when I eat the best foods for my body, I naturally lose weight. Is it easy to eat a plant-based, whole food diet…you wonder. Not always. There are so many food choices available that are not either of those things. So, I have discipline. I care for myself by following the diet that I believe is in my best interest. It’s a way of eating that I can keep long term…because it’s good for me.

So, I share my path here for anyone who may find themselves in my shoes. I share to give hope to anyone who felt like I did…stuck and hopeless. I learned to take a step…just a small step…to control what I can. I control what I feed myself. So, I changed that. I needed to care for myself and that was my first step. I made the change out of love for myself, not because I was rejecting or hating myself or my body. I still believe that in the end all that matters is how we love people…and that begins by loving ourselves. I can’t love you until I love me first.

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