About
It’s not my real name, but here, I write under the name H.M. Skiffly. I’m a 30-something mom and writer who is painfully visible elsewhere on the Internet. I retreated here, and to a pen name, because I’ve said half a dozen times in the past few years that I was going to lose weight, and never have. I’m guilty of crying wolf.
In 2008, I realized my problem was more complicated than diet and exercise. I had a binge eating problem–and it’s difficult to explain it to those who don’t suffer from it. I found myself having to “recover” from an “addiction,” but it’s not like you can take a 12-step, absolutist approach and never eat food again.
I’m on Weight Watchers now, and while I’m trying to lose the weight I’ve gained over the years, that’s not what the program does for me. I always knew that if I ate right, I wouldn’t be so overweight. What I needed was a new approach to food. Structure. Accountability. And compromise.
This is a blog about the journey out of obesity–technically speaking, of course, since no one I know ever admits to thinking of me as obese. It’s a blog about gaining confidence, about recovering from an addiction I didn’t know you could have. It’s a blog about having a healthy relationship with one’s dinner plate, identifying the things that drive a person to fall off the wagon, and recoding all the “yes” signals away from the things which are trying to kill me.
I found this blog in a sort of reverse way—someone accessed mine through your blogroll and I followed it back (thanks for the traffic, by the way).
All I can say is, Holy Cow. Were we separated at birth? Am I one of your alter-egos, or vice versa? Have I been blogging in my all too inadequate sleep? It would be like me to subconsciously shave a year (or two, cough, cough) off my age . . .and to dream about being a professional writer, for that matter.
It’s nice (not the right word, exactly–companionable?) to know that someone else is trying to do the beach ball rodeo thing with their eating—if you’ve ever tried to stay seated on a beach ball while in a swimming pool, you’ll know what a strange, yet apt, metaphor that is!
Spoonfork38
(Anonymous Overeater)
Hey Skiffly, guess what? Foodie McBody isn’t my real name, either!
And I am painfully visible Elsewhere on the Internet, too. I just started my “foodie” blog in January and I actually have a post titled “Can Blogging Save Me From Eating?”
I think it can. I really do. I am glad to have company along the way.
You’ve been added to the blogroll at my place (yes, I’m a slacker and lost the link)