I thought a lot about how to word this post. I don’t want any of it to sound, you know… ego-wankery or anything, but I’ve spent the last couple of years working really, really hard to change a couple serious behavioral patterns. This may all fall into TLDNR-land, but here it is.
In 2003 I graduated from college with no good idea of what I wanted to do, and due to my partner’s post-grad education, ending up in a new place with a rotten job market and no social network. It took me six months to find work and I ended up taking a job in a field not even remotely connected to my education, and while I was happy enough to be doing what I was doing, it wasn’t really what you’d call stimulating or held any room for advancement.
Three years later I find myself lonely, bored, and self-destructive. I’m depressed as hell, not in small-part because I’m seriously overweight from snacking out of boredom and depression, totally sedentary outside of work because I’m a)so damn stressed when I leave work I can’t think about doing anything but going home, making dinner, eating dinner, and collapsing in bed and b) I feel physically like crap all the time because I’m so overweight and sedentary, so I never have the energy to do anything, anyway. I can’t see an end to any of this, and absolutely nothing in my life holds any interest for me any more. I’m ambivalent about my work and starting to hate the place, which doesn’t do either me or my employer any good. I’m stressed and anxious and depressed all the time. I was no longer making art of any kind.
One day I decided I wanted to kill myself. It wasn’t really an intense, well-researched plan, or anything, I just started to think about how there really wasn’t much of anything I was looking forward to in life, and my husband would be better off without me, anyway.
Right about then I realized that there were plenty of things to be excited about in the world, and that if I wanted to enjoy the next sixty-odd years on the planet I’d better figure out how to find those things and make them a part of my life, or I really might as well just go ahead, shoot myself, and stop wasting space on the planet.
I figured all else being equal, I’d rather take a stab at living happily, so I sat down and seriously envisioned a good life: things like feeling well and healthy, and feeling good about my physical self. Like having fun with my partner again, training my dog, and making things with my hands. Being outside a lot.
I started working really hard to get in better shape, and all the extra energy from eating good food and exercising meant I was actually doing interesting and useful things with my time, instead of sleeping or surfing the internet. The only down side was that the more weight I lost the more obsessed I got with food, and I began to slip into the opposite camp from obsessive overeating, and spending all my time analyzing every crumb of food for caloric intake and fat ratios and this and that blah blah blah. I started to get obsessive about exercising, too, and I realized that in addition to being stressed about my job, I was getting so stressed about food that I was beginning to sneak into eating-disorder-land. My relationship was suffering because I was so miserable about everything else and dependent on him, to boot.
At this point, I had a really cliché epiphany both about my job and about my relationship with food, and the extreme stress surrounding both areas, and started trying to figure out how to make a living doing what I really wanted to be doing. I found a job that happened to be exactly the same job I’d done for living expenses in college, in an esoteric field. They were delighted to have me and I was delighted to be doing something where someone was interested in my skills and experience, instead of just being a warm body doing a task. Finding that job was pure luck, and though the work kind of sucks, it allowed me to demand higher pay and much better benefits than I was getting, which meant not only could I quit the job I’d had, but I could work part-time and foster the growth of a small business doing what really made me happy.
I discovered that when my attention was diverted to busy and constructive action, and doing things I found enjoyable and stimulating, good eating habits followed. I only ate when I was hungry and only until I was comfortable. I didn’t snack to kill time. I had less time to exercise but was eating much less, so it worked out okay. I picked up a hobby to finish balancing out my life, devoting a chunk of time both to exercise and mental release in one fell swoop.
At this point, life is pretty good. I have to work pretty hard to keep all these things balanced, or I’ll quite easily slip back into any of those holes: depression if I’m eating crappy food, not exercising, or not balancing work/hobby/relationship, food weirdness, relationship boredom, work stress.
I’m now poised to take the last of the big steps towards the life I envisioned for myself, and though it’s always going to be hard work keeping all those things in balance, it’s much easier now as a way of life than it was in the beginning breaking out of the behavioral patterns. As far as the weight loss thing goes, I lost a massive amount of weight and am getting towards reasonably decent shape, and in the end it wasn’t an eating plan of any kind that I needed, it was a total life overhaul that resulted in every aspect of my life getting better. Too bad I can’t write a book and make a killing selling that one, no?