What you see isn’t
what you get.
There is a paradigm concerning health that has bothered me and, honestly, I'd love to kick it in its teeth. If you'll allow me, I'd like to share a couple scenarios that has brought this shift in me.
Four years ago, I lost close to 50#. Almost
everyone who knew me told me how wonderful I looked. And sure, I’d lost inches,
my clothes hung from my body and lost my frame somewhere inside the fabric. But
was I really as good as I looked?
For a while, I tried to tell them I wasn’t
healthy, at all, but all they could see was the slimmer me and didn’t hear the
struggle I was having. Some asked what I was doing to lose so much weight. I’d
tell them, “I live on granola bars and orange juice.” They’d laugh and continue
on their day.
What they didn’t realize was that I left for work
every morning, my stomach twisted into knots, and my heart wrenching from my
chest because I’d failed my sons who were “home schooling” and I wasn’t available
to assist them in their work. My youngest wasn’t reading, therefore couldn’t do
much of anything without the constant presence of my husband or me. And for me,
I felt the entire weight of this deficiency in my children’s education.
When at work, I felt inadequate, and still more a
failure when there was the constant reminder coming from someone in authority
who found it necessary to diminish my worth in the presence of four and five
year old children. I often left the classroom in tears because these children
were told crying was a sign of weakness. When the year ended, I couldn’t wait
to get home and curl up on the floor of my bedroom, where I stayed most of the
time that summer. In tears. I’d lost huge editing accounts because I couldn’t
function, emotionally.
And the weight kept melting from my body.
And the compliments kept coming in.
And yes, the only thing my stomach would digest
was a granola bar; and the only thing that tasted good to drink was orange
juice. One meal every day. Then sleep. Or floor time in tears.
As the new school year approached, my stomach
twisted tighter and the grand diet of granola bars fell to a minimum of one bar
each day.
I was in effect starving my body of precious
nutrients. Sure, I looked good … on the outside. But no one could see the mess
on the inside.
After a while, when I realized no one really could
hear my pleas for them to hear the pain I was in, I quit trying to tell them
and let them think I was as healthy as they.
So why share this?
It is true. When you eat healthy—take in the
proper amount of essential nutrients your body requires every day—you will look
healthy. But you can also look this way and be unhealthy. A person can consume
1200 calories each day, loaded with fats and carbohydrates, and still look fit; but, is this person truly healthy? Most likely not. Eventually, this
lifestyle will catch up and “surprise” the individual with either blood sugar
or heart diseases. Maybe a combination.
On the flip side, a person can be overweight,
searching out and consuming all the right foods, avoiding an excess of junk
food, and be found by the doctor to be healthy. To this, I can attest.
Almost
two years ago, I was at work (Target) when after racing around to keep the team
members well supplied with freight to put away that I began to feel pain in my
chest. My supervisor insisted I go home, and a friend decided she was taking me
there. Their instructions were for me to see my doctor as soon as possible. I
was sure there was nothing wrong.
When I did go to my doctor, he found my heart rate
to be a bit too low for his liking so I spent the night (2 actually) in the
hospital undergoing a series of tests. One of the nurses came into my room one
night to record my vitals. Her comment left me grinning. “Wow. Finally, someone
on our floor who is healthy.”
Now, how is it that I, an overweight person, could
be considered healthy? I was eating foods that fueled my body efficiently. It
turned out I was having an episode with latent asthma, which the pulmonologist said
the dust at work could upset.
So. Are you healthy? Would you like to
learn healthy dietary habits?
As I learn, I will pass it along. Let’s shift the
paradigm that tells us we’re only healthy if we look good.
Weaving words for the heart and soul,
Karlene A. Jacobsen
Freelance Writer
southpawscribbler@gmail.com
Freelance Writer
southpawscribbler@gmail.com
What a journey you've been on. I agree with what you're saying. What we eat now is radically different from a year ago--when we thought we were eating well.
ReplyDeleteIt's a journey that I'm grateful for. You and your family have been faced with so much, and to go through the changes you have, is quite the journey as well.
DeleteSo very, VERY true, Karls. I get similar comments, but from the other side. Folks think I'm healthy because I'm thin, but I am NOT a great eater. I KNOW I need to do better. Totally with ya on this one, sweets!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad. Thanks.
DeleteKarls, I'm sitting here, bouncing, so happy to see you moving forward with this! Woot!! =]
ReplyDeleteLike Joanne, I get the comments on the flip side too, because I'm thin--TOO thin really. Am I healthy? No. Not right now. Not after months of nibbling and grazing as I work rather than eating meals that are nutritious. This is a needed area for me.
This outer shell diagnostics is getting us into trouble. I'm glad I'm moving forward with this too. thanks for your encouragement last month.
DeleteSo very true. Thanks for your transparency. For years, I was underweight. People would shove pieces of cake at me saying, "Here you can eat it. You can handle it." Or if I tried to eat healthy, they would ask why I was doing that - wasn't I skinny enough? Now that I'm older and pudgy-er, I finally came to the conclusion I need to eat healthy not to lose weight but to honor my God. That takes the pressure off!
ReplyDeleteI have a friend who is rail thin and hates that everyone assumes he's the picture of health.
DeleteI have had it in my heart that our eating eating habits are closely related to the way we love ourselves. (Myself, anyway). We are taught to love our neighbor as ourself, but whenever I'd look in the mirror, I'd cringe. One day, it struck me. Is this how I look at others, too? I want to live out the Word. And in so doing, like you said, honor our God.