A couple weeks ago I had a difficult conversation with my mom. I wanted to let her know about the blog I had written and was planning to post about some of the difficult events in my childhood that led to my body image issues and disordered eating patterns. I needed to explain why it was important to share my story and let her know that I love her and I know she was only doing her best. [Edited to add: After Monday’s blog went up I called my mom. I could hear the sadness in her voice. She told me it was beautifully written. She also told me that she was profoundly sad and felt that she had failed me. I assured her that she had not even come close to failing me – she did the best she could with what she knew and I never doubted that her intentions were only the best.]
After I shared what I planned to write she was very quiet. I could tell she was sad – the idea of having hurt me or having been a part of something that was such a source of pain and isolation for me – I know that breaks her heart. She told me that her perspective was a little different. She had been very sick during her pregnancy with me and worried about my health and my weight before I was even born. As she talked about her experience it struck me that her perspective is just as valuable as mine. Her story is as valid as mine. I asked if she would share her thoughts for me to put up as a part 2 to my post. Below is an open letter from my mom to me and I think my story is incomplete without it.
I want to make it very clear that my mother was never derogatory or demeaning. She didn’t call me names. She never used words like “fat” or “ugly”. I think an important part of this message is that ANY kind of constant focus and attention on food, body weight or exercise can cause obessive thoughts or behavior in a child that may follow them for years.
With that, here are some thoughts from my beautiful mother. Thank you mom for being so open. I love you!
(The top picture is probably 8 or 9 years old. The bottom picture was taken last night. We laughed so hard…this picture captured our expressions as my cousin, who was taking the picture, said “I’m going to focus on Betsy [my nickname], the young, pretty one”. The expressions are priceless but I’ll have to disagree with Chris. My mom is definitely the pretty one!)
Elizabeth: Why were you concerned about my weight? I was a really healthy kid. Mom: I knew that life was socially harder for an overweight child and as your mother, I want to do everything I can to shield you from pain of any kind. I also knew that eventually the excess weight would harm your health. Your health was definitely the secondary reason because you were extremely healthy – you never had ear infections or throat infections like all the other children your age. I also felt responsible for your weight issues because of my difficult pregnancy. As you know, I lost significant weight during my pregnancy and the doctors often warned me to expect a very underweight baby. Instead you were a beautiful, healthy baby! And as your mother, I felt it was my responsibility to keep you healthy and happy.
Elizabeth: Did you ever fear that you were creating or reinforcing insecurities and encouraging me to hide my eating? Mom: Yes, all the time. I knew that I was failing you all the time. I felt lost. I felt powerless.
Elizabeth: When we talked about this on the phone, you mentioned your own personal pride. That’s not something you’ve ever mentioned before. What role did pride play in the way you addressed my weight? Mom: I have not really thought about pride influencing my actions until recently when we talked about this weight journey. In reflecting on it, pride influences most of what I do. I take pride in my career and see it as a reflection of my worth. I take pride in my own appearance and always want to look good. I take pride in my family and am genuinely proud of everyone in my family. Specific to you, Betsy [my family calls me Betsy]…I was and still am, extremely proud of you. I talk to people, and always have, about who you are as a person and about your accomplishments – your singing and stage presence from an early age, your volunteering during high school and for Girls on the Run, your accomplishments with languages that brought you to Rome, your care for the poor when we went to Africa, your professional accomplishments in your career since college, your ability to fend for yourself, e.g. while at UNC getting money for food and getting to keep it in the cafeteria refrigerator, and on and on. And pride entered into the equation probably during your high school and college years because I never asked for help or talked to anyone (friends or family) about my concerns about your weight. It wasn’t that I was consciously afraid to ask for help but reflecting back, I think pride must have entered into it. I like people to think I have it all together and to my family, I want to be strong and in control. But it was never about not being proud of you, Betsy. You have always been such an achiever and such a beautiful soul from the beginning!
Elizabeth: If you could go back, would you change anything? Mom: If I could go back….that is a question that fills me with tears! Maybe every mother feels the same way! There are million things I would do differently – and there are a million things that I would repeat.
We were an active family and we had a focus on healthy eating. From my perspective, you and Debi ate pretty much the same way and were equally active. Debi was thin and you were not. So I started to worry when you went to school. If I could go back in time, I would simply let it go and not worry. I do remember talking to your pediatrician about your weight when you were headed to school and he said not to worry because you were very healthy. I would just take his advice and let it go.
I would just let go of the worry and enjoy you without concern for what I perceived would be struggles in the future. There is so much more to this journey…your journey and my journey…that we cannot do it justice with just a few simple answers to a few simple questions. I look forward to sharing more of our stories so that we can help other families and help others to begin talking about these issues and getting help.
Sure, I doubt any parent sets out to ‘make their child fat’. I’m sure most parents want their children to be healthy and happy. I know that’s what my mom wanted for me. Her intentions were pure. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to help me and, looking back, no one can argue that her well-intended attempts to ensure that I was healthy were the root of my issues with food and weight that have followed me for my entire life.
Disclaimer: I love my mom and she loves me. I never doubted her love, only her acceptance. No one was teaching parents how to help their overweight child and she did the very best she could. We are able to look back now and laugh together over some of the things that happened. She understands that her approach was imperfect and knows that if one day I’m sitting on Oprah’s couch, her name is sure to come up! My mom is my biggest encourager and she’s so proud of me. I love you, Mom. Thank you for never giving up on me. Lastly: this is not about blame. I take full responsibility for my weight challenges. Part of that process, however, is identifying where they stem from, specifically the emotions that fuel my food obsession. This is a critical part of overcoming my battles.
I was a chunky baby. This came as a surprise to my family because my mom is so slight and she was pretty sick during her pregnancy with me. The expectation was that I’d be a scrawny little thing but nope, I was a brawler.
There’s never a time when I remember my mom not being concerned about my weight. It was an issue for her from my earliest memories. I’m not sure which of my memories marked the beginning, they all run together, but I learned to be ashamed of my weight before I was 5 years old. I knew my mom was monitoring what I ate and that awareness was the onset of sneaking food and feeling like I could only enjoy food in private. Sweets were naughty and off-limits which made them larger-than-life and unusually desirable in my defiant, young mind.
I’m sure it started rather benignly – extra encouraging to go outside and play or denial of seconds at a meal. By the time I hit middle school, in hindsight, things were pretty dysfunctional. My mom would have me weigh myself in front of her every morning. I can remember the daily anxiety and fear of what the number would reveal and if it would result in her being proud or disappointed. If I’d be praised or if I’d get a carefully worded lecture. I remember doing crazy things that only a young girl would think of in the minutes before getting on the scale, praying they’d influence the number. I’d spit repeatedly into a cup, jog in place while the shower blasted hot water and the room filled steam, I even cut my hair on a couple of occasions. I remember the first time the scale registered triple digits: 100 pounds. I don’t recall how old I was but I clearly remember my mom saying, “Well Betsy, just tell yourself that this is the heaviest day of your life”.
I remember the food scale. It sat in the kitchen and only weighed my food. Not my sisters’ – just mine. I remember walking into a Weight Watchers meeting as a 9 or 10 year old. A room full of middle-aged women complaining about their weight. Me and my thin mom. I’m sure I just assumed that food and weight obessession was normal as I sat and listened to women talk about their struggles with food obsession, binging and restriction.
God, then there was middle school. I was given an orange reflective vest and I would jog two miles verrrry early in the morning (it was often still dark out). Mom would follow me in the car (I think sometimes she would walk behind me). I remember hiding behind a street sign for a while, knowing I had a minute or two to rest before I’d be in her line of sight again. If I didn’t complete my jog, I’d lose privileges.
She “hired” my older sister to “train” me. She had an orange whistle she’d blow while I was encouraged to run wind sprints in the driveway.
She insisted I run on my middle school cross-country team. Those were some of the worst years I can remember. My sister was the #1 runner. She came in 1st effortlessly. Me? Last. Every single race (except the one when I got lost, cut off half the course and came in top 5, much to everyone’s amazement. I didn’t confess to getting lost). I’d hide in the woods during practice. I was embarrassed every.single.day.
I swear I had to have tried 15 diets before I was 15. I remember being in the grocery store the night before starting a new one, my mom encouraging me to go pick out a special treat to enjoy before launching into my strict new lifestyle in the morning. Even then I was either “on” or “off”.
I knew my mom thought I was beautiful, but all compliments were followed with “imagine how beautiful/amazing/unstoppable you could be if you met your full potential” which was code for “if you lost weight”. School shopping was so stressful because I was embarrassed to try on clothes in front of her. I knew what she was thinking. Another summer went by and I hadn’t lost any weight.
Through all of this, my shame and embarrassment grew. My dissatisfaction with myself grew. The only thing I felt control over was food. The only way I could rebel was to eat. I would sneak food from absolutely anywhere. I stole quarters out of the coffee can in our family RV and ran after the ice cream truck to buy as much as I could. I’d sit on a rock down the road and eat 3 or 4 ice cream treats plus a couple pieces of candy. There was a teacher at my school who kept candy in her bottom desk drawer. When the room was empty I’d sit under her desk and eat as many pieces as I could. My mom didn’t keep sweets in the house so sometimes I would mix butter, flour and sugar and eat it off a spoon. Food was so restricted and that made me increasingly drawn to it.
In high school, my guidance counselor called home to warn my parents that I was purging in the bathrooms. My mom never addressed it with me but I overheard her telling my step dad that it was just for attention. It was desperation. It was self-hate. I was out of control.
I never felt accepted. I always felt that food needed to be hidden. I felt different. I felt less than. I’m crying as I write this because even as an adult, I remember how badly I wanted to be fit and thin but my food obsession got stronger and stronger and my self-loathing increased everyday. I couldn’t pull it together.
I got into a series of really messed up relationships. Men who didn’t accept me. They didn’t value or cherish me. I apologized for who I was. I stayed in the relationships because I didn’t know any other feeling. I didn’t know that I could be accepted as I was. I didn’t expect anyone to treat me that way. I believed they were justified in the way they treated me because, afterall, I wasn’t good enough and I never had been.
In recent years, my mom has asked me what she could have done differently. I’m hesitant to answer that question. I don’t know how I would have turned out had things been different. I don’t know that there is a “healthy” way to intervene if your child is overweight. I can’t offer a solution to parents in her situation other than this:
Love your child fiercely. Make them feel loved and cherished AS THEY ARE WITH NO EXCEPTIONS.
If forced to Monday morning quarterback my childhood, here’s my honest thought: I was an incredibly active kid from a young age. I was a competitive swimmer. I was a good basketball player. I played on a traveling soccer team. I played AAU basketball through middle school. I ran cross -country. I played varsity sports in high school. As a family, we ate healthy. We played outside. If no mention was ever made of my weight, I think I would have grown out of the baby fat. I wouldn’t have known to sneak food or be ashamed. Those behaviors are learned; they aren’t innate. My weight was a result of my over-eating. My over-eating was a result of shame. My shame was a result of my mom’s negative attention and constant intervention.
When it comes to food obsession and obesity, food is rarely the problem. The emotional root of the problem is not something you are born with, it’s something you learn. Do NOT teach or influence your child to develop an unhealthy psychological relationship with food.
I can’t go back and honestly, as painful as a lifetime of shame and self-loathing is, I’m a strong, determined, motivated, focused woman now. I can’t regret the experiences I’ve had because at this point, I’m proud of who I am. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished and I’m excited to help other people.
Mom – you did your best and you did it all because you love me and want me to be well. I love you.
**I did tell my mom I was going to publish this post. After discussing it, I believe she has a valid, important perspective. Come back Wednesday – I’ll be sharing her open letter to me on this issue**
I have these little notebooks I’ve been keeping for years now. There’s a particular brand and color I like, I buy them in bulk online and I always have one or two of them with me. I write my monthly and yearly goals in them, most days I write what I eat and which workouts I complete. I pay special attention and make note of my hunger, energy, cravings and overall mood. I really believe that these notebooks and the goals within are one of the primary reasons I was able to transform my life and not end in failure as I have in most past weight loss attempts.
As with any change you undertake in life, changing your lifestyle and adopting fat loss behaviors requires focus and discipline. For me, focus and discipline are much easier to come by when I’m working towards specific goals. While I have definitely set specific goals based on pounds lost, the majority of my goals have had nothing to do with the scale. And before I even wrote my first goal, I got really honest with myself and answered a few tough questions so I could see where I wanted to go and who I wanted to be. Here are the questions I asked myself (and my own actual answers!)
When people describe the type of person you are, what do you want them to say? If they were to complete the sentence “Elizabeth is _______” how would you want them to fill in the blank?
Elizabeth is energetic, positive, happy, disciplined, determined, aggressive, fit and strong. She is confident, beautiful and kind.
(I wrote that in my phone and when I was struggling or having a moment of weakness I’d remind myself that I’m creating a new me. I am energetic, positive, happy, disciplined, determined, aggressive fit and strong. I am confident, beautiful and kind.)
How will your life be different if you achieve your fat loss goals?
I wouldn’t have to hide anymore. I wouldn’t have to isolate myself and I could start enjoying the people and things in my life. That would allow me to be happy, to pursue my passions, to have more genuine & fulfilling relationships and to go on new adventures.
What is one thing you will need to start doing to achieve those goals?
I need to make more healthy choices than unhealthy choices. I need to stop indulging in every single desire and start to retrain my taste buds to crave natural, whole foods. I need to move more. I need to face my negative emotions head on instead of running toward my crutch – food.
Are you willing to do it?
Without a doubt. I need to. I have spent so much energy doing things that DON’T work so if I stop wasting my energy there, it probably won’t be all that much more of an investment to do something that DOES work.
What is there to lose?
The momentary satisfaction of enjoying whatever it is I’m craving. But I need to start realizing that those foods aren’t “off limits” and I can enjoy anything in moderation. I need to start realizing that my health goals are far more important to me than momentary indulgences.
Who can help you reach your goals and how can they help?
Aaron (my husband) can help. I’ll ask him to not keep my trigger foods (ice cream, chocolate, cookies) in the house or, if he does, to put them out of sight. Otherwise, I need to use this as an opportunity to allow myself to see how strong I am on my own. No one is putting anything into my mouth so this is all me.
After answering those questions, I challenged myself to set one goal in each of three areas: mindset, physical and nutrition. These three areas work together and are equally important when it comes to transforming your health and your life.
Mindset: I love the Marcus Aurelius quote “Your soul takes on the color of your thoughts”. For years I told myself that I was fat and no diet ever worked for me. I told myself I had no self-control when it came to food and that I was a chronic binge eater. Well you know what? All those things were true, in large part because I had convinced myself that they were! My thoughts about me and my success along this journey have a significant impact on my results. Setting small mindset goals helped to retrain my mind. Here are a few examples:
Every day, for the next 90 days, I will remind myself of the type of person I want to be by reading my affirmations.
I will stop avoiding the mirror and acknowledge one thing I like about myself each day
I will stop saying that I’m fat – in my head or aloud
I will read one mindset book each month
Physical: There is a reason I don’t call this exercise. Exercise is not the primary focus of a fat loss lifestyle journey. Yes, movement is important and exercise will eventually become a component but I certainly didn’t start there. Starting out, my goal was simply to move more. Here are a few examples so you can see that this is not related exclusively to exercise:
I will walk on the treadmill during one TV show each evening
I will take my dog for a 20 minute walk three mornings each week
I will stretch for 5 minutes daily
I will relax my body by taking a hot bath before bed at least 3 nights each week
I will get a massage twice each month
Nutrition: 90% of my success along my fat loss journey has come from what I put into my body. I started with small, incremental changes and as they became my new normal I added more. Nutrition is the most important component and for many, myself included, it was the most challenging. However, when you commit to small, manageable changes it becomes much easier to swallow (pun intended, gotta keep it light, right?) Here are a few examples of small goals I set when I was starting out.
I will include protein in all my meals and snacks
I will drink a gallon of water each day
I will have a fat loss friendly breakfast every morning
I will limit my consumption of processed foods to one serving daily
I won’t snack after dinner
I won’t keep processed foods in my house
Maybe you’re ready to start working towards answering the first set of questions. Maybe those are pretty easy for you to answer and you’re ready to start working towards some specific goals. Here’s the most important thing about making these goals work for you: you MUST keep them in front of you. It’s easy to write up goals in a moment of motivation but the real challenge comes in pushing towards them every.single.day. Here are a few things you can do to ensure that this time is different and you achieve the fat loss lifestyle goals you are setting:
Read your goals every morning. I still read mine at the start of each day and then I set two or three micro-goals for the day.
Keep your goals in multiple places. I have them in my notebook and stored in a note in my phone. Whenever I have downtime or I’m struggling with motivation, I’ll re-visit them.
Be honest with yourself. Don’t pretend the goals never existed after a weekend off the rails. Acknowledge that you veered of course, shake it off and keep going.
Share your goals with a friend. I understand this is a private journey, but having someone who believes in you and encourages you is powerful.
Realize that the only failure is giving up. Perfection is impossible so don’t even start out thinking it’s an option. You’re going to have off days. Everyone does. Don’t waste your energy beating yourself up. Every minute is an opportunity to start fresh
The possibilities are endless and you can achieve whatever goals you’re after no matter how big or small they are. Let’s push towards our goals together!!
