The disadvantage of working in the mental health field is that all my colleagues like to diagnose each other....to label whatever minor or major weirdness in an effort to hone one's clinical skills and alleviate boredom during slow periods at work. One such co-worker suggested that I may be suffering from a dysmorphic disorder; more commonly known as an eating disorder due to a false self image of one's own body.
Well hell........as if I don't have enough to worry about.
I really don't think I have an eating disorder. Sure, I like food but the tendency to overeat and eat the wrong foods don't come from any deep seated psychological trauma, just bad habits. Though I often feel guilty if I've overindulged, I've certainly never contemplated purging as a means of canceling out a big pig out. I hate vomiting. Thinking about it makes me want to..well..vomit.
I also don't believe I have a faulty self image of myself. I think I'm fat but I know that I'm not near the gut dragging size of many men my age. I spent some time in the courthouse yesterday doing what I do most times when I'm summoned to testify about a case; sit in the hallway and wait, and wait, and wait. While waiting I was noticing all the lawyers scurrying to and fro with enormous bellies protruding like cowcatchers on locomotives. Even cops, who I assumed must keep some level of fitness for their jobs, looked like they were about to give birth to twins. I loved it because it made the self image I had of my body soar.
So what do I want? To be like the photo above?
Not really. I just want to have a flattened stomach. A defined chest and arms. Legs too would be nice. I want to wear clothing because I like them rather to hide my body. I want to be slimmer so that I can be more active. I want to be healthier so that I can live longer. As my role model and hero Terry says, "I want to extend my best if used by date".
I'm pretty sure that the guy at work is wrong about his diagnosis of my mental disorder. At least that's what the voices are telling me.
4 comments:
Lucky you to have the voice talking to you. You will never be lonely.
Here's a question. How many more pounds to you need to gain until you reach the "gut dragging size" you mention?
I agree with you, I don't think you have an eating disorder (although I have no qualification to make that statement). I think you are just like me and just eat a whole lot of the wrong things.
Time is short which means this entire issue will take care of itself if you do nothing.
Get busy.
Terry
Jayyyyyyyyysus. I love you just the way you are! Now please return to political blogging.
P.S. It's ok to talk to yourself just so long as you don't answer yourself in different voices.
Hint: Get a big dog. Put a leash on him and and find a remote areas to explore with him. If you want, I can ship mine to you. Prepare to buy a lot of dog food and eventually to run a trail. Seriously, my dog changed my sedentary life.
Now get back to political blogging.
---Uppity
Terry...Damn you, always spouting off the truth!
Shea...My voices usually give me good advice, though I rarely follow it.
Uppity....I tried that with my cat but it didn't work out very well. I'm pretty much totally disillusioned and disgusted with writing about politics right now. When (and if) I get the urge again, I'll start up on my old blog. I'd like to keep this one free of politics.
You can't use your cat. My cat would never stand for that!
Maybe you could take up herding cats! That would keep you REALLY busy!
I have a video about that somewhere...
Uppity.
P.S. I know you are not politically blogging anymore, so that's why I torture you!
I think that guy's body in this post is Groooooooooooooossssssss.
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