Perspective

I was listening to Inside Out Weight Loss on my way to work this morning, one of the episodes on Cathartic Compulsion (or Compulsion Catharsis, whatever it is), and at the end of the episode, she said something that really struck me.


I don’t remember her exact words, but the gist of it was that perhaps I am overweight because my spirit is trying to be something bigger, and I have not allowed that part of me to grow, so I’m growing physically instead.

That makes a lot of sense to me. When I look back at the time in my life when I did lose weight, I had just graduated college and my future was wide open. I could have gone anywhere from there. And then I met Steve, and I got this job, and the weight loss stopped and reversed.

Now I feel stuck in my life, like my spirit is being squashed by my daily reality, and my weight is a problem. It is the times when I feel like my hopes and dreams are all for naught, like I’ll never get to live the life I truly desire, that my weight rises.

So if I look at it from the opposite angle, if I simply allow myself to make my life into what I want it to be, if I give myself another outlet for my dreams, my weight should take care of itself. I won’t need that outlet, I won’t need that message, that physical reminder anymore.

I’ve been thinking that if I could fix my weight, my life would be better. Maybe it’s the other way around.