Today has been a near-orgy of productiveness, even considering I woke up at 1pm. I've done some decorating, some organizing of the disaster that is my pile of stuff from my apartment, baked muffins, emptied the dishwasher, finished doing my taxes, etc, etc. It's like this near manic frenzy of activity and productivity. Even though right now I'm seriously ready to drop and I've only been up 7 hours thus far, I can stand back and say "Wow. I got a lot done today."
My other thought was "Hopefully I burned some extra calories, too."
Hrm. Okay, scratch that last thought.
What bugs me is how much society doesn't want me to recover. There are millions of dollars invested in making me want to spend money on products to "enhance" my beauty. And lose weight. Yet if these diet products actually worked, companies would lose money. You'd buy the pills, the patch, the Thighmaster once, the products would do their magic, and you'd be on your way. I've heard that if you visit any Weight Watchers meeting, more people than not are "repeat customers." These companies depend on that. Depend on the failure rate. Succeeding at a diet is a freak occurrence. In what other industry would you spend money time and time again for a product where results aren't typical? If you pay for phone service and it suddenly fails, you don't blame yourself. If you have your car fixed, and then the muffler falls off, you don't blame yourself. Yet if you go on a diet and fail to lose weight, it's suddenly your fault.
My co-worker. Full scholarships to undergrad, master's degree, and headed to medical school next year. Had a hard time losing weight at Weight Watchers. I think she can count up her Points. She might irritate the living hell out of me, but I'm fairly sure she can add. Yet she blames herself for not losing weight.
And what is "succeeding" at a diet? Technically, I "succeeded" at diet. Except that diet was called anorexia, and it was really no diet at all. But if anyone asked, I lost vast sums of weight, lowered my blood pressure (to 75/45!) and my body fat percentage (never measured that thank the Lord). A success story. Right?
What irritates me is how many women are sick of Size Zero models, yet models are basically as thin as ever. We hate that we're being told to look like a freaking stick, yet we still think we're supposed to aspire to that. The problem is that too much money is invested in the "thindustry."* By us, by corporations, by ad agencies, you name it.
I was looking up one of the meds I was taking on WebMD and I saw an ad at the top of the screen for their online weight loss program. So whatever. What struck me was the little comment in the corner of the box: "Learn how to diet safely!" At first I thought that at least there was an admission that dieting could be unsafe. Then I thought that if dieting could be unsafe, why are we doing it at all? "Learn how to use crack safely!" Or how about safe cigarettes? Safe heroin? Safe drunk driving?
Those ads wouldn't last a minute.
*Yes I realize that "thindustry" is not a real word. But I have a book from Oxford University Press, editors of the oft-quoted Oxford English Dictionary. So I have Oxford on my side. Do you have Oxford on your side?
**And if thinspiration can be a word, so can thindustry. So there. ::sticks out tongue::