He is 8 and lives with me and my husband. We do go on family walks with our dogs which he enjoys. My husband goes swimming with him which he really enjoys (I am not a fan of swimming).
At this point a 10k feels impossible but maybe will feel more of a possibility once I lose some weight and get better in shape. I used to hike for several miles but even going a mile right now feels like a stretch. Lack of exercise is so easy for me as my job is sedentary, long, and stressful and my interests are sedentary. I trying to use the surgery to force some aspects of my life to change including moving more.
My husband and I are also really wanting my change in diet to help them change. The changes include rare fast food (something my husband bought a lot of) and rare sugary/bread things (which was my thing). We ate too many nights of frozen pizza, frozen fries, etc. I successfully convinced him sodas are only for special occasions. However my husband often buys him sodas and gatorades. I talked to my husband about this but it keeps happening, with him buying himself them too. I am afraid if I push my husband too hard on this it will come across and judging them both, so it’s hard. I work long hours and my husband part time and only during school hours or weekends, so there are many meals without me. I am out of the house before they eat breakfast and sometimes I learn later my husband bought him fast food breakfast and they ate it in the car (something I am really against).
Our plan is to have one meat with dinner that we can all eat, and a vegetable that I have a small amount of and they have a large amount of. I somewhat play up my grief over not being able to eat things like frozen pizzas and fries, as my son loves these things, but is such a kind kid won’t insist on foods I can’t have but used to enjoy. He is picky though lately and doesn’t really want veggies, he wants those fries or tater tots and so on, so often he just eats the meat and then has a snack later (which I insist be healthy, so he chooses a piece of fruit or a yogurt). It’s hard to impart the importance of healthy choices while not overly focusing on weight or feeling like I’m judging less healthy choices.
I was not overweight as a young kid. As soon as puberty hit, though, so did the weight gain. My brother, on the other hand, was heavy young and suffered greatly from teasing and bullying and even comments from teachers. It was awful for him, and I think that influenced his decision to use drugs as a teen and start one of many downward spirals. My dad was a career military and had huge problems staying within the guidelines. I remember at least a handful of times he did very unhealthy things to lose weight quickly so he would meet regs (sweat suits, diuretics, laxatives, excessive excersize, temporary starvation). My mom was the worst as a role model for weight. She never made comments judging me or my brother. However she made comments about herself all the time. She would wear long sleeves and pants year round out of embarrassment for her weight. She didn’t want to go places or me have friends over because she didn’t want people to see her she felt so fat. She yo yo dieted and during diets exercised (in my opinion) excessive amounts. I was the thin “good” one until I wasn’t. Then it was sort of an attitude of it is such a shame, she is as bad as we are (mom and brother mostly). I won’t blame anyone for my choices. But I think these dynamics contributed to my problems. Weight loss and exercise are correlated in my mind with anxiety, pain, deprivation. Eating whatever you want is associated with relaxation, fun, acceptance.
Writegirl, I can relate to the last part of your original message, about academics. My father and brother teased me as being stupid and ditsy during childhood. I can’t really explain why except that I can get spacy, daydreamy, and so do things like get lost and forget names, not know what date it is, etc. The fact that I was in a gifted program, above 99% on normed tests, etc did nothing to change this role they put me in. For so long I was so afraid I really am stupid but somehow can trick people or something. I think one reason I pushed myself so very hard academically was to prove, mostly to myself, that I am not stupid. College, summa cum laude, entrance to highly competitive graduate program, graduation with my doctorate. None of that proved anything to anyone as the original premise wasn’t logical. My achievements if anything made the fear of being uncovered as an imposter, and ultimately failing, worse. I do honestly (but not perfectly) feel I am comfortable with my intelligence and competence now, through mostly a lot of mindfulness and acceptance work.