In a comments thread, I just quickly made up this list of things I said, out loud or in my mind, while dieting:
- It’s not a diet, it’s a lifestyle change!
- This didn’t work the last dozen times I tried it, but that’s because I didn’t try hard enough/I was on the wrong diet/something bad happened that made me start eating again!
- I’m doing it for my health, not because of how I look!
- I’m not focused on numbers, and it’s all about health, but my goal weight is 110!
- I know 95% of dieters gain it back, but they don’t have the willpower I do!
- Nothing tastes as good as thin feels!
- This time, I’m going to keep it off permanently.
- Once I get thin, there is no way I will ever let myself get fat again.
- When I’m thin, I will be happy.
- No one will fall in love with me until I’m thin.
- When I’m thin, I will deserve X, Y, and Z.
- Fatty foods don’t even taste good anymore.
- I don’t feel hungry!
- I’m not obsessed with food!
Every last one of those statements was a crock of shit. Most were downright delusional.
But nobody ever told me I sounded delusional. Nobody ever accused me of lying through my teeth, even though I pretty much was. Nobody ever accused me of “making excuses” for spending money on diet programs whose own friggin’ marketing literature said they would not work for most people. (“Results not typical.”) Nobody ever dismissively sniffed that I was only saying all that because I hated my body, even though that was entirely true.
But now, when I’m actually pretty realistic about health, eating, and weight; I’m happy with my body; and I’m telling the truth as clearly as I can, citing my sources and being careful not to say anything I can’t back up, people are totally saying all those things.
Go fuckin’ figure.