Monday, February 9, 2009

Home again, home again, jiggity-jig

So much has happened that I haven't had a chance to report on. One of them is that I had my annual whole-nine-yards exam the day after Christmas. I guess Grandpa dying the same day sort of eclipsed news of my pink and healthy cervix.

I learned that day that I'm fatter than I've ever been. It's so exciting! I was wondering where I could possibly be putting this fat since my pants mostly still fit me.

In watching the videos from my month-long stint at The Comedy Studio, I've discovered where I put it. Formerly referred to as "my second stomach", I'm now referring to the stomach area above my pants as "my stomach thunder." Jesus H. Christ. I'm about thisclose to being the headless fat person on the news story about American obesity. If you see my torso lumbering down Main Street, Anytown, USA, please call me and tell me you still love me. I will need your support more than ever.

I'm just relieved that I haven't developed I'm-in-front thighs. That would be a real nightmare.

Exactly 10 years ago, I was in the first few months of the Weight Watchers program that ultimately resulted in my Almost-Nervous Breakdown of 1999 to 2000. I lost 80 pounds on Weight Watchers, which you likely know from my comedy. On the day after Christmas, I was exactly 100 pounds heavier than I was at my lightest (and out-of-my-goddamned-mindest) on Weight Watchers.

I have talked a considerable amount with my certified and licensed professional about my weight and eating issues. I'm really afraid of losing weight and going nuts again. I cannot begin to describe how awful being skinny and insane and hungry all the time was. I'm getting choked up just thinking about that awful time.

One thing my certified and licensed professional has reminded me is that I'm not the same person that I was then and that it would be different this time. Even the parts of me that want to believe it don't believe it, though.

I'm just trying to figure out what I'm going to do next. One thing is certain: I have to do something. I'm not interested in dropping dead from fatness or in losing my mind from not eating. There's got to be a middle ground that doesn't hurt me. I just have to find it.

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3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well, if you ever want to tackle a food program and a half, come on over to our house for juices and vegetable matter with a flaxseed oil chaser.

And let's not even discuss the "coffee break" aspects of the plan! Works wonders!

Though from what I read on Facebook recently, the Count better stay home....

February 14, 2009 at 8:08 PM  
Blogger Sassy Pants said...

There's another option - exercise. I'm not gonna say it's easy because it sure as hell ain't but it not only allows you to eat, it also increases endorphins thereby making you actually happier and less insane. I pretty much work out to support my eating habit. And you know I did no exercise in high school so it can be learned. (Marching band did not count.)

February 27, 2009 at 10:39 PM  
Blogger Jennifer Myszkowski said...

Yeah, during my nervous breakdown, I was exercising for hours and hours each day. I'm not knocking exercise; I'm just saying it doesn't necessarily keep you sane. Meantime, I'm doing what I can, in a measured and reasonable way, to exercise enough to improve my health but not so much that I might exacerbate the bastard plantar fasciitis. It's a delicate balance.

April 2, 2009 at 11:41 PM  

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