IS GAINING WEIGHT MEAN YOUR BODY IS CRYING OUT FOR HELP?
FYI:This topic does not include people with thyroid, genetic or other medical issues.
For me I know my body was asking for help, for years. I was an average teen, who could eat anything but after High School or college, suddenly I am an adult with responsibilities, needing a job, wanting a family, home, security and of course "love". However it all went wrong several times! I was gaining weight, would buy the next size up in clothes, have spurts of exercise and diet for weeks or months, thinking this is healthy, after years of abusing my body. Time goes by so fast but I keep gaining weight or hit a fat plateau that I think is okay. I would eat bad food when I am under stress, have anxiety or feel I have lost love. Excesses in eating would be almost suicidal. I then loved food first and my poor body, second. Everything was fine until:
1-someone is asking ,”if I have gained some weight?”
2-the weigh scales. say “What are you doing to yourself?”.
3-the Doctor same thing"what are you doing to yourself?”
Why do we allow ourselves to gain excessive weight?.
For me “love usually has gone wrong”. When in love with someone, I will stick to a weight program. But when Love fails, I turn on my defenseless body and it gains weight. But lucky for me, "an epiphany happens: January 2009, I see my blood pressure hit extreme levels and I know heart disease, diabetes and cancer are in my family. So I decide to love my body and take care of it as much as when I am in love with someone. This has helped me lose weight to a degree I really like and now I will never forsake my body again.
How about you? Why did you gain weight?
IS GAINING WEIGHT MEAN YOUR BODY IS CRYING OUT FOR HELP?
assuming that you mean this metaphorically (which isn't particularly clear in your post in the human bodies/evolution thread), i would give this a qualified "yes." i think a lot of poeple gain weight because they're just plain miserable and don't have a good reason not to gain.
for me, there were a number of factors, all of them emotional. but it didn't get that out of hand. i gained about 40 pounds over 15 years (the last 20 much more quickly than the first), and then i made a bunch of radical changes in my life and started losing.
not saying that it was without effort, but it was very much part of the process of embarking on a new life. the alternative wouldn't have been terrible; i had a good job, great friends, my own home, a pretty good life. but i was bored.
i think it's crucial to have something to look forward to. when we don't have that, all kinds of things can go wrong. weight is just one of them.
My story is a weird one,
I grew up always eating lots more than the average bear and never put any weight on. I used to eat constantly through out the day and challenge the heavier kinds to see who could eat the most - i never lost. My grandad is of italian origin and I had taken on the valenti appetite.
I started dating a guy that was completely wrong for me and quickly fell under his spell. During the abusive relationship I stopped going out or doing anything really, he smoked dope all day every day and got the muchies, i cooked for him and his friends and ate what they did. I basically was alone bar my pets and these stoners. I started to pile on the weight and i finally started to look healthy. People were complimenting me for filling out and not looking so anorexic and I was loving the confidence it gave me but he didnt so he got more abusive and i ate more. We broke up and i moved out nearly 2 years later and the guy decided to kill my pets to get back at me which I then blamed on myself for not moving them out before he had the chance.
So by then my weight has went from just under 7 stone (5'7") to about 12ish.
I went of the rails started partying, drinking excessively taking all sorts of drugs (messed up my metabolism really bad). Followed that up with a drug overdose - my confidence then hit an all time low, suffered from a crazy dose of depression to which the doctors wouldnt give me drugs for because of my history of abuse.
Just when I thought things couldnt get worse, I suddnely met my Davie, became best friends, fell in love, got engaged, and spent too many nights eating either out at restaurants or in with takeaways. Because of how well I was treated with Davie and how special he makes me feel every day of life, I didnt even notice my weight jumping up to 14 stone 9. yeah I was buying bigger clothes but I'm 21 people get bigger as they get older - right ??
I even realise my weight until I was out with Jenna one night and her friend refered to me as "your fat friend" who was he talking about ? ME? Surely not? I was only a size 16 but I'm tall I could carry it off.
Davies mum bought scales for her house a few weeks later and everyone was weighing themselves that I looked at my fiances weight - 13 stone - hes 6 ft 3 and certainly not heavy. his dad. 13 stone too- I took my turrn and gasped as that dial climbed just over 14.9. I cant think of a worse moment. Suddenly I was right back to the old Teri. depressed and somehow lonely even standing here with my family.
I think I moaned about my weight for a few weeks/months but never took that much notice. it wasnt until Davie went to Afghan that I had a real shot at this diet business. No takeaways cause he wasnt here, very rarely eat out.
And thats my story up until now - Davies due back from Afghanistan in less than 40 days and I'm 3 stone lighter. Fingers crossed I can lose another half a stone for may.
Ps Congrats with your success so far themassageguy xx
I've found out since joining CC that I'm not as much of an anomaly as I once thought, but my story is a bit different in that I gain weight when I'm happy and content, and tend to lose large amounts(w/o trying) when depressed.
I was raised as a celebration eater, anything social in our lives, revolved around food. If you had a great day at work, got a promotion, anything good, it was celebrated with dinner out, and of course, dessert!
So I started dating my husband almost 10yrs ago, and have been happy, and chubby w/ the occasional bout of fatness, since about month 2... Until now! I too went to the Dr.'s not too long ago, only to be warned about my BP and decided that I could still be happy, without being overweight.
I was a chubby child and constantly told that I would never be thin. I believed it, and figured that any attempt to become thin or even normal would be futile; I was destined to be ugly AND fat and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
When I hit 50 pounds overweight, though, I was so miserable with it that I decided to try to reduce that. I still believed I'd never be normal, but that maybe, just maybe, I could be overweight instead of obese. When that worked, I tried for a little better. I've kept off enough weight for 11 years that the largest I've been in the meantime is just barely borderline overweight. It looks atrocious on my tiny frame, but it's still much better and healthier than I was at the end of high school