Somehow I think Dr. Oz will fix me. I’m not sure where or how this idea originated, I just know it exists I don’t watch his show, or any daytime talk for that matter. I don’t own any book he’s ever written, yet I feel a strange kinship with the good doctor, as his marketing team intended, I’m sure. So even though I know what I need to do to feel better about myself, and even though I’ve started embracing my life and who I am without letting my inner critic destroy me, I still compulsively reach for the magazine. You know the one…. the thin, glossy monthly that promises Dr. Oz’s miracle diet will peel 80 pounds from your belly in just two months.
The truth is, I know what I need to do. I know enough about nutrition and processed foods and all of the bad stuff, that I can and do make good food decisions now. Yet, it never fails, I never empty my grocery bags without seeing Dr. Oz’s face, or the promise of a quick fix, staring up at me. What am I expecting to find anyway? I guess, if I’m being honest, I expect to find help of some kind. An answer. A solution. I expect to find some sort of unraveling to the riddle that has engulfed me for the better part of my life. OOhhhhh, it’s food X that’s the problem. That’s it, food X! I can eat cake and pizza and anything else I want all the time and drop weight like rain. Only, the answer is not there. Yes, Theresa from California lost 68 pounds in thirteen weeks, and Martha from St. Louis has her sex drive back, but I am not Theresa or Martha. I am me. And the answer to my problems is not on the cover of a weekly periodical with Dr. Oz’s white teeth shining out at me. The answer is within me.
Scale Update: Still no weigh in. I went to the doctors last week and was terrified he was going to fight me on this. Instead, I ended up in a pow wow with three nurses who loved the idea of giving up the scale. On another note, I discovered yet another benefit. Without my scale and it’s lack of motion, I can make smaller, long term changes and stick with them. For example, I recently gave up sweets. No more candy, no more baked goods, nothing of the sort. Before the Scale Diet, I would have given up if my scale had not shown immediate results… oh screw it, why am I depriving myself? It’s clearly not working... But now, I feel good and I feel proud of myself that I’m making these changes and the numbers on a scale are not derailing that progress.
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