I’m not sure why I joined, but the sinking feeling that something was not quite the right fit for me began when the coordinator called me and told me where to check in to get my attendance noted and that I would be joining the lilies group. Lilies. Attendance. Really. Nonetheless, I forged ahead and attended my first “moms group” meeting.
The meeting began with breakfast, which was a variety of dishes brought by the group leaders. In short, this was NOT “my kind of food”. There was no kale. No quinoa. There were refrigerator cookie dough cookies, cheesy potatoes and other processed foods in vast quantities. In fact, my lactose-intolerance would have prevented me from eating about 80% of the dishes even if I wanted to try them. Next was an icebreaker exercise which began harmlessly with “what’s your favorite type of book to read?”. I can wax exponentially about almost any genre of book, so I was good here. But the next question asked about what kind of candy bar you coveted – you know, the one you hid from your kids and quietly consumed in the closet. The one I did WHAT with? Do people really still eat candy bars?
While I reflected on the myriad of issues involved with getting a processed sugar fix in the CLOSET and the various food issues implied by this behavior, the rest of the moms discussed Kit Kat Bites and other such wonders that aren’t on my radar. Soon, everyone had said their piece but me. When all the heads turned towards me expectantly, I frankly stated, “I don’t eat candy bars. I guess I have an occasional piece of really dark chocolate.” Add in my not-large body and cue the death-ray stares.
The immediate response from one of the largest woman was, “oh you’re so good”, but I think this isn’t quite the right phrasing. Maybe if people thought, “you must feel so good”, that candy bar would be less tempting because I promise that my body feels better without the extra weight (I would know, I had some for quite a bit of this calendar year) and without putting that chemical stuff in my body. And while I don’t have a thyroid, depression or other bodily factors working against my weight loss, the extra pounds post-baby didn’t just melt away. They were hard fought with both diet and exercise. While my breastfeeding status demands I consume quite a bit of calories, I’ve largely abstained from bread, pasta and other processed carbs that in the words of a personal trainer, “make weight loss almost impossible”. So this is my message today – eat food that makes you feel good not just for the moment it is in your mouth and not just because you ate the “right” food for a diet, but because your body truly feels more energized and healthy.
Also, sometimes you should probably lie and just use your blog as an outlet.