Last year in April, I promised not to talk about my weight anymore on my blog. I don’t want to come across as too cocky or self-assured. If I want compliments, I can go to my niece Maia, who is learning to say “Uncle JM, you’re so handsome!” That said, being in
I resolved to change my life at a convention of church musicians in 2008. I was sitting around a table of friends and mentors. A few were talking about their difficulties with diabetes, others were unhappy in there work, and the friend sitting next to me and I were talking about relationship problems. In a way, those few days with friends were the kick in the butt – telling me I need to do something.
So I started losing weight, broke up with the boyfriend, and made the decision to leave church music (maybe for good) and join the Peace Corps. Now here I am, celebrating my year anniversary in
Body image is very cultural. In
The truth is that I don’t look that much better. My skin sags, my hair is receding, and my face looks sunken in. Is this really healthy, or is this what Americans perceive as healthy? Is this what we spend millions on every year – the dream everyone’s trying to buy? I’m happy to be skinny for the first time in my life, but I’ll always be me. I’ll always be a fat kid inside.
I'm going to be honest. We talk about it too much. We think about it too much. Our weights are as important to us as our social security numbers. Is it worth it? Is it embarrassing that we (the developed world) live our lives with such excess, but in this one little sector of our lives, we're obsessed with cutting back? What about the money we spend on losing weight? Is it ethical? I don't have the answers. I'm interested to hear what you have to say.
This is Gen and I at the wedding we went to last weekend.
This is after the first year of weight loss.
This is the peak weight.