Last night, during a commercial of Dancing With The Stars, I tuned in to The Biggest Loser and got hooked.
The contestants have been at the Biggest Loser ranch for 17 weeks, and Michael had lost an astonishing 192 lbs.
This isn't what gripped me, though. What made my jaw hit the floor was that Michael was struggling. He was fast approaching the record for the most weight lost on the show, ever, and despite this incredible achievement he was down on himself. He couldn't see his own success; all he could talk about was that even after losing almost 200 lbs, he was still overweight. "Who leaves The Biggest Loser ranch still obese?" he said, through tears, to his trainer, Bob.
He was anxious, depressed, angry, and despite the support of his trainer and friends he couldn't wrap his mind around his own achievement. He looked ready to give up.
I recognize that, I thought. He's got a bad case of the Fuck Its.
A good friend of mine in recovery - he's something like twenty years sober - tells the same story every time the subject of relapse comes up. He describes a time when he was about ten years sober, and he had gotten away from meetings, drifted away from his support network. One night he found himself at a bar, with a soda, watching some men across the room polish off huge frosty beers. He says that he didn't think to himself: I bet I can drink in safety now. What he thought, he says, was: what difference would it make?
He had forgotten about the difference - the difference inside him. The difference his support network made to his well being, his success.
He didn't drink that night. Thankfully, he recognized his disease talking to him, and he got himself to a meeting, got back into the fold.
Michael Ventrella had lost nearly two hundred pounds, vastly improved his health and his appearance, and yet he was suffering. Part of it, I think, is that when you strip away the thing you use to numb yourself - to disappear yourself - pain, boredom, anger and self-doubt can reach you again. When you're used to living in a place where you don't matter in your own mind, caring about yourself is scary. And difficult to sustain. Just like sobriety, when the euphoria of putting down the drink or drug wears off, you are staring down a long road adorned with a blinking neon sign that says, "You will have to do this for the rest of your life."
You have to re-learn how to care about yourself again, because the Fuck Its are always waiting around the bend, waiting to tell you: What difference does it make?
Measure success in small increments of time - a minute, an hour or a day. When you've lost your anesthesia - whether it's food, alcohol, drugs, shopping, gambling - an hour can feel like a really long time. An alcoholic who wants to drink, but doesn't, is a miracle. An overweight person who wants that piece of cake more than anything but eats a salad instead, is a miracle. You are full of little miracles.
Sometimes the only thing between you and disaster is finding the courage to believe that you're worth it.
Who brought Michael out of his self-doubt? He did. They showed him a video of his journey. There, on the screen, was the 526 lb. Michael, speaking to the now 334 lb Michael, and telling him not to give up.
Sometimes I wish I had a video of myself at the end of my drinking, to remind me of the pain I was in, the pain I caused, to be able to see with my own eyes what I had become. Then I realized: I have that. I have my recovery friends, my support network, who are there to remind me what it was like at the end. To show me how far I've come. But most importantly? They show me that I'm worth it on the days I'm not sure myself.
At the end of the show, Michael stepped on the scale and he had lost another 11 lbs. He broke the show's record, losing over 200 lbs. The weight loss was amazing, but what I loved the most was the spark was back in his eyes. He believed, again, that he was worth it. He made it through that bad patch by talking about it, reaching out for help, letting other people carry him when he didn't want to carry himself.
I'm just learning this lesson. I'm reading a book called Women Food and Love by Geneen Roth and the first thing I noticed is how verbally abusive I am to myself. If anyone ever talked to anyone --even a DOG--I loved the way I talk to myself, I would be beyond appalled. But I've done it for years. It's a wonder I can even get out of bed. I love your, "You are full of little miracles." I believe this. This is a wonderful post. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteexcellent post. i just tried to put to words my own version of my struggle with food, and my recent case of the fuckits. you described the feelings much better than i did!
ReplyDeletethanks for this one!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, it would be so awesome to have a video talking to yourself from the end of drinking to any point in the future!! I am a big fan of that show, and every week I compare the similarities between their addiction, their battles and mine. Samey same. Different guilty pleasure.
ReplyDelete"You are full of little miracles." Thank you Ellie. Yet another post that gave me goosebumps.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ellie, perfect timing for me this morning. I sat down to the computer this morning with a huge case of the fuckits. And yes, I am worth the struggle. (Mine is food)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ellie--I found your blog through my good friend Heather (EO) and I find my thoughts in your words. I am now 16 months sober and the newness of sobriety is getting old--the F-Its have kicked in. I have also transferred my addictive habits to food and I hate to even try to lose weight. Thoughts of "why try" and "Now I have to give up one more thing..." cross my mind and throw flame upon the self-pity fire...anyway, I feel a smidge of inspiration and for that I am grateful and I thank, thank, thank you. Annette (the CoD)
ReplyDeleteHi Annette - Thanks for your comment! Congrats on your 16 months - that's awesome. I found the second year of sobriety to have unique challenges -- the thrill of being sober wears down, the bloom is off the proverbial rose, and settling into a regular, normal routine was challenging for me. I couldn't even think of tackling losing weight until about 2 months ago (about two and half years sober) - the thoughts of "now I have to give up one more thing" were huge. One day I just finally felt ready. Give yourself time - getting sober is a BIG deal, and it takes a lot of energy and focus.
ReplyDeleteI adore Heather of the EO, and I'm really happy to get to know you, too!
-Ellie
Great to have a handle for something that bugs me regularly! Recognizing the Fuckits is important!
ReplyDeleteGood for you and your clarity! Thanks!!
I'm struggling with my weight right now and feel like I'm at my bottom. This post is exactly what I needed to read. Thank you for being honest about your feelings and your struggles. It IS helping others. :)
ReplyDeleteHi Annette - Thanks for your comment! Congrats on your 16 months - that's awesome. I found the second year of sobriety to have unique challenges -- the thrill of being sober wears down, the bloom is off the proverbial rose, and settling into a regular, normal routine was challenging for me. I couldn't even think of tackling losing weight until about 2 months ago (about two and half years sober) - the thoughts of "now I have to give up one more thing" were huge. One day I just finally felt ready. Give yourself time - getting sober is a BIG deal, and it takes a lot of energy and focus.
ReplyDeleteI adore Heather of the EO, and I'm really happy to get to know you, too!
-Ellie