| Arthur and Kevin's Nellorat ( @ 2008-07-17 09:19:00 |
Interesting Dreams
As I've been exercising, I've been having a number of fat-acceptance dreams. That's not new: two that stand out over the years are lecturing my childhood pediatrician about hunger rebound and setpoint; and discussing fat acceptance to a group of teenagers in a course I was teaching, some of them anorexics.
However, the dreams never have been this frequent. Last night I had two (two in one night is new): that someone actually took a doughnut out of my hand, as I was watching a play, because I was fat; and that we three were in a new house and met our sizist new neighbors. In the former, I made clear to the person (who was a nurse) that apart from health issues, there are issues of human dignity, and she'd never have just taken food from any non-fat, competent adult; in the latter, we sometimes joked ("He's still overweight" "You can tell we don't care much about 'overweight' around here!"), but when the parents called the heavier younger son a name ("Girdle"--only a fat insult in a dream, but I am old enough to have worn one) I argued earnestly. The father said that other people, such as classmates, taunted the kid, and I said that just made family taunts worse.
I think these dreams, as I am exercising as well as watching what I eat, to control my diabetes, are a very good thing.
I've heard that it takes about as long to undo a bad habit of mind, or injured way of looking at an issue or the world, as you lived that way. Well, for around 25 years, I believed that being fat is somehow bad--not that it has certain disadvantages, but that it is bad, and that what I'm doing now is mainly useful in order not to be fat. Then for several years I actively, even aggressively, worked past that, and since then I've consciously believed and tried to live knowing that idea is wrong, even evil. (I do not use the word lightly, but what do you call something that causes so much suffering to so many, can be used as a stick to hit someone with by any person who wants to hurt, and has been shown not to help in the way it might be intended to?)
The idea did occur to me this past week: so, about 25 years, then about 25 years--Could I finally be able to have equanimity on the issue, make practical decisions for my own good without either rebelling against or disregarding good advice (but advice given in the worst way for the worst reasons) or giving in to sizist ideas? Oh my good Lord, would that be great!
The fat-acceptance dreams may be a sign I'm not to that equanimity yet, but I really think they're good, a way of saying to myself that I have not given in to the bad WHY just because I believe (& I do completely believe and have for decades) the scientific WHAT of exercise and nutrition being good--for diabetes in particular, but for everyone, really, and not as a cure for the socially stigmatized condition of being "overweight."
Maybe eventually I'll be able to admit that I watch what I eat & exercise without feeling I have to explain that it's to control diabetes. Dare I hope that maybe, eventually, I'll live in a world in which, if I don't mention the diabetes, people still won't assume that I feel I'm too fat & that I'm doing it just to lose weight?
Mood: feisty yet contemplative; actually starting to like treading to Peter Gabriel videos
As I've been exercising, I've been having a number of fat-acceptance dreams. That's not new: two that stand out over the years are lecturing my childhood pediatrician about hunger rebound and setpoint; and discussing fat acceptance to a group of teenagers in a course I was teaching, some of them anorexics.
However, the dreams never have been this frequent. Last night I had two (two in one night is new): that someone actually took a doughnut out of my hand, as I was watching a play, because I was fat; and that we three were in a new house and met our sizist new neighbors. In the former, I made clear to the person (who was a nurse) that apart from health issues, there are issues of human dignity, and she'd never have just taken food from any non-fat, competent adult; in the latter, we sometimes joked ("He's still overweight" "You can tell we don't care much about 'overweight' around here!"), but when the parents called the heavier younger son a name ("Girdle"--only a fat insult in a dream, but I am old enough to have worn one) I argued earnestly. The father said that other people, such as classmates, taunted the kid, and I said that just made family taunts worse.
I think these dreams, as I am exercising as well as watching what I eat, to control my diabetes, are a very good thing.
I've heard that it takes about as long to undo a bad habit of mind, or injured way of looking at an issue or the world, as you lived that way. Well, for around 25 years, I believed that being fat is somehow bad--not that it has certain disadvantages, but that it is bad, and that what I'm doing now is mainly useful in order not to be fat. Then for several years I actively, even aggressively, worked past that, and since then I've consciously believed and tried to live knowing that idea is wrong, even evil. (I do not use the word lightly, but what do you call something that causes so much suffering to so many, can be used as a stick to hit someone with by any person who wants to hurt, and has been shown not to help in the way it might be intended to?)
The idea did occur to me this past week: so, about 25 years, then about 25 years--Could I finally be able to have equanimity on the issue, make practical decisions for my own good without either rebelling against or disregarding good advice (but advice given in the worst way for the worst reasons) or giving in to sizist ideas? Oh my good Lord, would that be great!
The fat-acceptance dreams may be a sign I'm not to that equanimity yet, but I really think they're good, a way of saying to myself that I have not given in to the bad WHY just because I believe (& I do completely believe and have for decades) the scientific WHAT of exercise and nutrition being good--for diabetes in particular, but for everyone, really, and not as a cure for the socially stigmatized condition of being "overweight."
Maybe eventually I'll be able to admit that I watch what I eat & exercise without feeling I have to explain that it's to control diabetes. Dare I hope that maybe, eventually, I'll live in a world in which, if I don't mention the diabetes, people still won't assume that I feel I'm too fat & that I'm doing it just to lose weight?
Mood: feisty yet contemplative; actually starting to like treading to Peter Gabriel videos