For a lot of overweight people (like I was most of my life), losing weight seems like a panacea. If only we lost weight, all our problems would magically disappear. Our bills would be paid, we’d find our true loves, and we’d land our dream jobs. The depression would fade, the anxiety would dissipate, and we would have endless energy and all the organic, locally-grown food we could eat.
Sounds pretty damn good, right? So you start out on whatever weight loss plan you think will work best, and it turns out you lose a butt-ton of weight like I did. Let’s say you drop half your body weight.
Suddenly, you’re half the person you once were, and the world is your oyster. Everything is perfect, right? You’re skinny, and there is no wrong in the world. Evil and despair has been vanquished.
Except…stuff still sucks. You’re still not dating the one. You’re still past-due on your mortgage. The Oreos in your pantry did not get transmogrified into quinoa like they were supposed to.
You’re skinny, and stuff still sucks. What gives?
What gives is that weight loss isn’t some magical panacea. Life is still life whether you’re skinny or fat. Being smaller and fitting into skinny jeans and roller coaster seats is awesome. But you’re still you, and your life is still your life. Lots of people get depressed after weight loss because their lives didn’t change like they expected them to.
Weight loss will not make your life better. Weight loss is a tool you can use to make your life better. It takes effort and energy and planning on your part. Believe me, I know. I lost 155 pounds, and weight loss didn’t solve all my problems.
But let me tell you guys, it sure did help.