TOP 5 THINGS SKINNY PEOPLE SHOULD NEVER DO AT HOLIDAY DINNER WITH FAT PEOPLE
I was reading through some of my old posts – reflecting on 2009 and looking ahead to 2010 when I came across this post from a year ago and I found it to be as on point as ever and thought I would share it again:
Top 5 Things skinny people should never do at a holiday Dinner with Fat People
Excerpt:
Its hard enough being 50, 60, or 100lbs overweight – but having to listen to someone who has never been 20lbs overweight, talking about losing that ‘last 5 pounds’ is unbearable. It often triggers an eating binge for overeaters. Lets be honest here – you may really need to lose those 5lbs – and maybe that piece of pie wasn’t the best idea for you – but saying out loud infront of a food addict is kinda like saying to a crackhead – “I really shouldn’t, but I just gotta try this new crack”… Read More
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What Sex, Shaving, and Bad Underwear have to do with weightloss
IQuit… Again! has turned one year old and sadly, I’m as fat as I was one year ago. I have searched my life for a reason that I continue to ’round this mountain’ of weight loss struggles and failures. While pondering the fate of IQA and my big waist line, I came across Dan Ariely’s blog.
Dan is the author of one of my favorite books (Predictably Irrational) and a recent blog post called “SEX, SHAVING, AND BAD UNDERWEAR” caught my attention. My blatant theft of his title in this post is meant to provoked the same reaction from you! Did it work?
In his post, he spoke directly to my issue here at IQA:
At time X you decide that you’re done acting a certain way (No more smoking! No more spending! No more unprotected sex!), but then when temptation strikes, you go back on your word
I decided one year ago, I was going to stop overeating but as soon as meal times (and admittedly all times in between) rolled around, I was stuffing my face with pizza, doughnuts, and skittles! What was Dan’s advise to me? He did give me hope when he wrote “Fortunately, there’s a way around the problem…”
Mr Ariely suggests we can take preemptive actions to keep ourselves in check; these actions he calls pre-commitments. Hmm… so I can do something now, while I am interested in weight loss and health that will commit me to stay on course at my next rendezvous with red velvet cake? An interesting concept for sure, but what preemptive action could I actually take to keep away from the second and third servings at meal times? My first thought was to get a bigger plate.
Joking aside, I thought starting a blog would commit me to the course, but as my blog name suggestions, I simply quit blogging… again.
I’ll let you read his post for yourselves to determine how sex, shaving, and bad underwear fit into pre-commitment, but for me, I think Tubbs’ Challenge is one way I have ‘pre-commited’ myself to blogging this month. I started this post before the challenge began and would have likely allowed it to grow cold and alone on my draft shelf otherwise. Now my question is, does this post count as my challenge post? Likely not – look for another entry before the night is over…
BTW – if you haven’t read Predictably Irrational – please do. Its one of my ‘must reads’ and I know you will enjoy it.
An Empty Chair at My Daughter’s Wedding
Craig Shorey
By Craig Shorey
I read your latest post and I wish it made no sense to me but instead it’s as if my inner thoughts had a meeting and wrote me a letter.
I’m sinkin’. I can’t seem to get and stay on the right weight/eating path. I do well for a little while and then something will trigger (I hate that word) a full out relapse. My wife had a tooth pulled and for a few days I had to take care of the kids and get my own meals. I did fine – great even but then Sunday came. We had a fast food burger & fries due to no food plan. Then like thunder follows lighting…
W H A M!
A three day binge and with stuff I don’t even like.
I know this battle is mine. I know I need to change. I know what I am doing is not working. I know I’ll feel better if I change. I even know if I don’t change I’ll die. I don’t mean like feel bad or be ashamed of the weight. I don’t mean hurt inside because I can’t fit in something or somewhere. DIE! Actually have my spirit taken from this body that battles me and my body laid in the ground before it is time.
Men in my family who take care of themselves have lived to 85, men who have not have died before 65, 60 and some before 50. As you know my dad died early, too early. You know the details, and it doesn’t matter if we like it or not he died when he did and how he did because of how he dealt with stress, or rather how he didn’t deal with it. I’m fully confident that he died at least 12 years premature, maybe even as many as 25 years before his time. (Don’t even try to go theological on me about that, cause I’ll whip out my sword and cut you up with it on this one).
Dad’s been gone over eight years now, still at least more years I should have had. In the eight years he has been gone two of his three children got married, me included. At both weddings there was an empty chair. He has had 7 grandchildren and one on the way that will never know him for themselves. My mom has lived alone and had way too many experiences where he was absent. (I know lots of people lose a loved one prematurely but to know the loved one could have lived has a little extra twist).
I DON’T WANT TO BE AN EMPTY
CHAIR AT MY CHILDREN’S WEDDING!
Yet, I change not. I’ve told anybody really but I’m pissed… at my dad, PISSED for leaving while we still needed him. For having to explain to my daughters why they have not met him and so on.
I know you relate to all that. So, here is our $1,000,000.00 ($40K times 25 years = 1 Million) what do we do about it? I don’t know for sure. Here is what I do know. Grandfather was an alcoholic and my dad was not. I have never had one day on my life that alcohol was an issue. Thus, I’m thinking if I can kick this addiction (hate that word as well) to food than just maybe I can give that victory to my kids. Maybe just we can do that.
Dale, I don’t know what we can do to change our weight. But I’ll commit to doing it with you. I know we have to put ourselves in a place to be successful. We have to rally get our minds in the place that we are at war here. War means taking drastic measures sometimes. Does that mean nothing in the house, not even for kids that we will go off on? Maybe. Does it mean we have to have certain things under lock and key? Maybe.
I know two things:
- If my sister becomes a widow and your children have no father because you wouldn’t get the weight off – I’ll… I’ll… I’ll spit on your grave and put dog feces on it.
- You and I are in a battle for our lives and if we lose, we are not the real “Biggest Losers” – our children and family are.
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Craig has been in ministry his entire life, most of which has been spent in Senior Pastor roles. He has pastored in the North (Maine), the South (Florida), the East (Tennisee) and the West (Washington State); truly taking the Gospel to the four corners of the country! Currently he pastors a church in Missouri. Craig is more than a Brother-In-Law to me – he has at times been my adviser, my minister, my counselor – and at all times he has been my friend.
