Yes, if you know me, you know I really dislike the Frozen song, “Let it go”. Today though, today I heard Demi Lovato’s version and I rather liked it. No, I’m not going to break down the lyrics here and give some kind of profound teaching moment, but I am going to talk about “letting go”.
I’ve been in this long process of letting go for over two years now. I’ve been side-tracked by the lure of diets, which I know don’t work. I got sucked back into scale watching and food weighing/restricting. Why? Because after you let go, you freefall for a bit and I panicked. When you give up dieting, there is always someone ready and waiting to “help the lost” take it right up again. Everywhere you turn, someone is losing weight (or wishing they could). Everywhere you turn there is a new study, a new diet, a new workout regime. Everywhere you turn, there are images to measure yourself against. Everywhere. And even since that post over two years ago, I’ve been one of those talking about diets and weight loss… and I’m so sorry. I woke up the other day (after another go at WW) and thought, “what on earth am I doing?! I’m miserable!”
How many women do you know who are truly comfortable in their own skin? Are you holding up one hand to count? Yeah, me too.
I’m tired of fighting against my body’s natural instincts to control something (weight) that society says needs controlling. My weight isn’t a moral issue. Eating chocolate isn’t a sin. And yet, there is so much guilt surrounding food and body image, it’s a wonder many of us can even somewhat function in society. We turn the desire to be a certain way into an idol that we bow to with our personal food laws and scales. We’re afraid we’ll be struck by lightening (fat) if we do one thing “wrong” or that people will cast judgment on us for not dutifully eating tiny amounts, counting calories, or working out like a crazy person. And if you’re already overweight – good heavens! We label food as “good” or “bad” as though it has the power to condemn us to hell or at the least convict us of some wrong-doing. The more rules I place on my eating, the more apt I am to break them. Before I know it, I’m trapped under impossible ideals, screaming to be let out. This is what I do to myself with dieting and scale watching.
The solution? Let it go. There, I said it. Let it go. Oh gosh, I sang it that time.
- I need to accept that what the scale says, does not define me. Let it go.
- What people think when they see me eat a piece of cake, does not matter. Let it go.
- If I don’t feel like eating greens, it’s ok. Let it go.
- If I really want to eat french fries all day, the world will not end. Let it go.
- If the kids eat all my peanut butter cups, I can buy more. Let it go.
- If nothing in my closet fits, it’s time to go shopping. Let it go.
- If I am obese for the rest of my life, I can still die happy. Let it go.
- If I spend my life wishing for things to be different, I will have wasted it. Let it go.
Yeah, it’s time to let go of some things. It’s time to live right here, right now.