- Apr 15, 2011
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There are many reasons your body may be gaining weight right now. I definitely have some hormonal related issues, and constantly go up and down from 140 lbs. (healthy for me, though higher than the unreliable BMI states) to 165 in direct correlation with monthly cycles that thankfully are no longer monthly for me with Yaz being taken semi-continuously per my doctor. I'm still looking for a doctor who directly can address the many issues I have that seem to be hormonal including hot spots, TMJ, white hairs since the age of six, bad cystic chin acne until I finally found a program to control and suppress it (did not show up until a few years after high school though), lifelong insomnia and anxiety, and circulatory problems to the point they won't let me donate blood because they have such a hard time finding veins (I mention those in case you see anything similar). Some other common reasons are disrupted sleep patterns and eating certain things as it has definitely been shown again and again that all calories are not created equal. I also ran cross country, but never lost weight while doing so. It helped me maintain my weight, but the long, slower plods are what are bodies are great at doing. I hated track, but exercise like that burned more fat...or those awesomely ridiculous 80s workout videos.
I'm sure I don't have to tell you this, but no, not everyone wants to be your track coach. Not everyone wants to be any one person. Nor is everywhere you look around going to have thinner women (or men!) than you. Unrealistic thoughts like that both point to and worsen self-esteem issues. It's great to want to be at a healthy weight to live a healthier life. It is damaging to compare yourself rather than know yourself, to believe everyone is concerned with looks even if thinking it semi-seriously to yourself, and to think your life would be better if you were someone else especially based on face value. That doesn't mean that the way we look can't have serious effects on our feeling of self, but rather, get away from comparisons in life in general and begin practicing seeing the value in all things and in differences. Things like people treating you differently depending on how you look is a more realistic concern. I do understand because, while a few males just start paying me more attention (which I don't like) when I am heavier because all my weight goes to my chest and butt, adult cystic acne was a nightmare to not have an ounce of control over. I was treated like a teenager, carded constantly in a state that never cards, and talked down to as if acne somehow affected my ability to think. It was hard to not compare myself to people with clear skin who didn't have to do a thing for it, but I finally learned how to shift my focus, brush off and challenge the rudeness or ignorance of others (Oh why yes, how silly of me sir. If I would only stop sleeping on a bed of pepperoni pizza every night, I wouldn't have acne...), and do much better when I do have an outbreak.
I'm sure I don't have to tell you this, but no, not everyone wants to be your track coach. Not everyone wants to be any one person. Nor is everywhere you look around going to have thinner women (or men!) than you. Unrealistic thoughts like that both point to and worsen self-esteem issues. It's great to want to be at a healthy weight to live a healthier life. It is damaging to compare yourself rather than know yourself, to believe everyone is concerned with looks even if thinking it semi-seriously to yourself, and to think your life would be better if you were someone else especially based on face value. That doesn't mean that the way we look can't have serious effects on our feeling of self, but rather, get away from comparisons in life in general and begin practicing seeing the value in all things and in differences. Things like people treating you differently depending on how you look is a more realistic concern. I do understand because, while a few males just start paying me more attention (which I don't like) when I am heavier because all my weight goes to my chest and butt, adult cystic acne was a nightmare to not have an ounce of control over. I was treated like a teenager, carded constantly in a state that never cards, and talked down to as if acne somehow affected my ability to think. It was hard to not compare myself to people with clear skin who didn't have to do a thing for it, but I finally learned how to shift my focus, brush off and challenge the rudeness or ignorance of others (Oh why yes, how silly of me sir. If I would only stop sleeping on a bed of pepperoni pizza every night, I wouldn't have acne...), and do much better when I do have an outbreak.