Have you dealt with your guilt?

ninerbuff

Almost every client I have had, has a story of guilt that may have led to their being overweight or obese. With some it's divorce, others it's feeling "less than", and even others for not being a good parent.
I am of the belief that unless you contend and come to terms with those overhanging guilts, that they can always be a trigger that may lead you back to the start of your weight loss journey.
This thread may be too personal for some, but for those that don't mind sharing it, it may open avenues for those that can take the steps they may need to help deal with theirs.

My guilt, which lead to my actually quitting of working out for a short time, was the death of my grandmother. I couldn't bring myself to see her in the hospital bed and she passed before I could say goodbye. My mother told me that one of the last things my grandmother said to my mom was "Make sure that I do well and achieve". I felt so guilty for 6 months that I didn't leave the house much except for work. I've come to terms with it now and use it as strength to remind myself that life is short and to enjoy and appreciate the people I care for. This has passed on to how I deal with clients and that my job isn't about money, but about honestly feeling good about helping people achieve their goals.

Hope some of you are willing to share.

MissAnjy

I gave birth to twin boys on November 5th, 2008. Two days later, my first born twin was rushed into emergency surgery with a bowel obstruction. From this, it was discovered that he suffered from Cystic Fibrosis (a fatal disease that affects the lungs & the pancreas). Two weeks later, our second born twin was also diagnosed. The diagnosis sent me into a very dark place. Everything that I had known about life and love was completely diminished. I was confused, isolated, scared, etc. I knew nothing about the disease, other than, there was no cure & that it was progressive, and fatal. The part of me that cared about myself, gave up. I put all of my resources, all of my energy, strength, courage, and love, into my kids & fighting their battle. I completely lost myself in the disease and slowly started to drown. My guilt came from knowing that this disease is genetic. I unknowingly passed on a disease to my children, the two people i love more than life itself, and essentially, it will be the cause of their death. Somedays are hard to face. I can honestly say that if my sons can't breathe easy, I don't want to either. All of the things I have taken for granted my whole life, are a struggle to them. I find it hard to know that I can do things that they are not able to do as easily. I find it hard to know that I've passed on such a torturous disease to them. I find it hard to know that they suffer, and I don't. There is a lot of guilt there ........ but I'm slowly working through it. I'm realizing that I need to be the best me, for them.

sc1572

Honestly, I think most of my weight gain was caused by me. The first time I ever thought I was fat was in 5th grade, and from then on I would always compare myself to other girls and had low self esteem. In 9th grade, I had a hard blow when my dance company teacher called me out in front of everyone and said to suck in my stomach. My junior year of high school I had school, work, and SAT classes, so I had no time to workout. However, I also ate HORRIBLY. I have always been an emotional/bored eater, so I gained most of my weight then.

My problem was low self esteem and my parents. They divorced in second grade, both got remarried, and my dad and step mom are still married, but my mom divorced, again, and has had horrible boyfriends nonstop. The fact that I have a good home life at one and a horrible at another definitely contributed.

Now, I am in my sophomore year of college and managed to lose fifteen lbs. my freshman year instead of gain. I occasionally still find myself on a binge with emotional or bored eating, and then immediately feel horrible and get back on track...like this weekend at a celebration. This site has helped me SO MUCH and everyone on it is amazing.

LOVEsummer

I don't know that I have a story quite like this, but I have a lot of guilt associated with food. Basically, any time I eat until I am actually full I feel guilty. I know I have an unhealthy relationship with food at times, but I am actively trying to make it better. I want to be the healthiest, happiest version of me and coming to terms with food guilt, and moving past it will be a big step.

Thanks for sharing and congrats on coming out of your dark place

aimstein

Wow! You are a good person and trainer. Touching post!

MarieNevada

my "guilt" is actually anger. Mostly at my mother. She and I have not had a good relationship and for as long as i remember she's been on a diet. the only diet that i actually liked that she was on was the sherry and steak diet. a fad of the early 70's. my mom's pleasant when she's tipsy. lol

I was never quite good enough for my mom. She could do things better, and no matter what i did, she would criticize. Until I eventually just stopped trying, which of course i got criticized for as well. I was so very angry with her. Once I got a job and had my own money the anger morphed into eating. I would eat stuff she didnt agree with. That'll show her! The angrier I got, the more I ate. It became stealth eating. Stopping off at A&W's on the way home before having dinner at home. I lived with my mom on and off till I was 45 and most of my weight gain was when i was living with her. I remember one easter, I smuggled, over the course of a week, seven 1 lb chocolate bunnies into the house. I'd eat them in my computer room and i'd have to eat quickly because you can't hide chocolate in a house with two dogs. They weren't very good and I didn't feel very good, but the only thing that stopped me was the end of Easter. The fact that I had a very high-stress job didn't help any.

I burned out, quit my job. Finally found a new job, with no stress at all, that I absolutely love. and after one massive blow out, finally moved out once and for all. The day after I moved out, i quit eating fast food. not consciously, but there's nothing close to my apartment so i just never got it. Then one day I found a book at work ( a book wholesaler) called Body By Design. it talked about weight lifting and how to eat to lose weight and I thought, lets try one more time. I was never much of a yo you dieter, but I never tried really hard. Something about that book clicked and I stuck to it. I later found Burn The Fat, Feed The Muscle which the other book seemed to have borrowed from heavily. So far I've lost 58 lbs, work out twice a day, love lifting weights.

And my anger? It seems to have abated. She still ticks me off, lets face it, she's 70, she's not going to change now. What did change is my reaction to her. I can on occasion tell her she ticks me off. Mostly i just talk to her on the phone at work, so i can tell her i have to go back to work when it gets bad. No anger, no food. Funny how that works.

ninerbuff

I gave birth to twin boys on November 5th, 2008. Two days later, my first born twin was rushed into emergency surgery with a bowel obstruction. From this, it was discovered that he suffered from Cystic Fibrosis (a fatal disease that affects the lungs & the pancreas). Two weeks later, our second born twin was also diagnosed. The diagnosis sent me into a very dark place. Everything that I had known about life and love was completely diminished. I was confused, isolated, scared, etc. I knew nothing about the disease, other than, there was no cure & that it was progressive, and fatal. The part of me that cared about myself, gave up. I put all of my resources, all of my energy, strength, courage, and love, into my kids & fighting their battle. I completely lost myself in the disease and slowly started to drown. My guilt came from knowing that this disease is genetic. I unknowingly passed on a disease to my children, the two people i love more than life itself, and essentially, it will be the cause of their death. Somedays are hard to face. I can honestly say that if my sons can't breathe easy, I don't want to either. All of the things I have taken for granted my whole life, are a struggle to them. I find it hard to know that I can do things that they are not able to do as easily. I find it hard to know that I've passed on such a torturous disease to them. I find it hard to know that they suffer, and I don't. There is a lot of guilt there ........ but I'm slowly working through it. I'm realizing that I need to be the best me, for them.

Your genes were passed on and had you had a choice, you know you wouldn't have chosen for them to have it. Life deals some crappy blows, but the great thing is you can still affect people with your personality and character, and they can do the same. They will look for your strength when they also feel that life isn't fair, so I would implore you to be that for them. I wish the best for you and them.

ninerbuff

I don't know that I have a story quite like this, but I have a lot of guilt associated with food. Basically, any time I eat until I am actually full I feel guilty. I know I have an unhealthy relationship with food at times, but I am actively trying to make it better. I want to be the healthiest, happiest version of me and coming to terms with food guilt, and moving past it will be a big step.

Thanks for sharing and congrats on coming out of your dark place

Do you think you know why you feel the guilt or narrowed down it''s origin?

Apryl546

My guilt, that lead me to gain so much weight was between two things that happened. The first one was when i was sexually assaulted at the age of 7/8 by a family friend. I spent less time outside and with my friends and more time inside with my family., who mind you.. Didn't do anything activity wise.

The second was when my mom left my dad and moved us to a different city. I was still young, but old enough to think it was somehow my fault. I refused to leave the house, refused to make new friends. I started eating more, being less active then I already was.

It didn't hit me till I was 16 or so that my weight gain wasn't because of my past, but because I would rather wallow in self pity. Being sexually assaulted happens to so many people. I couldn't blame myself for what happened because it happens to all shapes and sizes of people and me getting fatter wouldn't stop it from happening again. And the thing with my parents, I came to the realization it was my dad's fault, not mine that we left him. I resented him for years when i came to that conclusion, but thankfully things are now better. It took till I was 20 for that.

But it didn't take me till 22 to actually start something about the weight I had gained. I shouldn't make my body suffer physically for something psychological and emotional.

ninerbuff

Wow! You are a good person and trainer. Touching post!

I try. On a great note, I do get results with all my clients and make good friends through it.

ninerbuff

my "guilt" is actually anger. Mostly at my mother. She and I have not had a good relationship and for as long as i remember she's been on a diet. the only diet that i actually liked that she was on was the sherry and steak diet. a fad of the early 70's. my mom's pleasant when she's tipsy. lol

I was never quite good enough for my mom. She could do things better, and no matter what i did, she would criticize. Until I eventually just stopped trying, which of course i got criticized for as well. I was so very angry with her. Once I got a job and had my own money the anger morphed into eating. I would eat stuff she didnt agree with. That'll show her! The angrier I got, the more I ate. It became stealth eating. Stopping off at A&W's on the way home before having dinner at home. I lived with my mom on and off till I was 45 and most of my weight gain was when i was living with her. I remember one easter, I smuggled, over the course of a week, seven 1 lb chocolate bunnies into the house. I'd eat them in my computer room and i'd have to eat quickly because you can't hide chocolate in a house with two dogs. They weren't very good and I didn't feel very good, but the only thing that stopped me was the end of Easter. The fact that I had a very high-stress job didn't help any.

I burned out, quit my job. Finally found a new job, with no stress at all, that I absolutely love. and after one massive blow out, finally moved out once and for all. The day after I moved out, i quit eating fast food. not consciously, but there's nothing close to my apartment so i just never got it. Then one day I found a book at work ( a book wholesaler) called Body By Design. it talked about weight lifting and how to eat to lose weight and I thought, lets try one more time. I was never much of a yo you dieter, but I never tried really hard. Something about that book clicked and I stuck to it. I later found Burn The Fat, Feed The Muscle which the other book seemed to have borrowed from heavily. So far I've lost 58 lbs, work out twice a day, love lifting weights.

And my anger? It seems to have abated. She still ticks me off, lets face it, she's 70, she's not going to change now. What did change is my reaction to her. I can on occasion tell her she ticks me off. Mostly i just talk to her on the phone at work, so i can tell her i have to go back to work when it gets bad. No anger, no food. Funny how that works.

Kill people with kindness and watch how they change. I would encourage you to try to make a stronger relationship even if it's just on your part. You'll feel even better.

cathaynes

ninerbuff.....glad that you are coping with your loss. my situation is similar. i lost my dad about a year ago. i'm truly a daddy's girl and i still have a tough time coping. not long after, my mom's health started to deteriorate. i care for her who is in a nursing home and my family. initially i lost a lot of weight because i couldnt keep any food down. lately i've been eating nonstop. i hope to get consistent and get back to being me. thanks for your post

ninerbuff

My guilt, that lead me to gain so much weight was between two things that happened. The first one was when i was sexually assaulted at the age of 7/8 by a family friend. I spent less time outside and with my friends and more time inside with my family., who mind you.. Didn't do anything activity wise.

The second was when my mom left my dad and moved us to a different city. I was still young, but old enough to think it was somehow my fault. I refused to leave the house, refused to make new friends. I started eating more, being less active then I already was.

It didn't hit me till I was 16 or so that my weight gain wasn't because of my past, but because I would rather wallow in self pity. Being sexually assaulted happens to so many people. I couldn't blame myself for what happened because it happens to all shapes and sizes of people and me getting fatter wouldn't stop it from happening again. And the thing with my parents, I came to the realization it was my dad's fault, not mine that we left him. I resented him for years when i came to that conclusion, but thankfully things are now better. It took till I was 20 for that.

But it didn't take me till 22 to actually start something about the weight I had gained. I shouldn't make my body suffer physically for something psychological and emotional.

I empathize with you. There isn't much you can do to change the past, but your future is as bright as you make it. I'm more than sure that you can take the negative and use it to enforce much more positive outcomes from here on in.

ninerbuff

ninerbuff.....glad that you are coping with your loss. my situation is similar. i lost my dad about a year ago. i'm truly a daddy's girl and i still have a tough time coping. not long after, my mom's health started to deteriorate. i care for her who is in a nursing home and my family. initially i lost a lot of weight because i couldnt keep any food down. lately i've been eating nonstop. i hope to get consistent and get back to being me. thanks for your post

Realize that almost every parent will want the best for their kids, and they wouldn't want you to have to deal with a weight issue in your life. Enjoy the time you have with them and make the moments count.

ktbug82

My guilt began in high school after my first "long" relationship ended. He made me feel inferior in every way, shape, and form. I was able to keep my weight under control more then- but I was still a little over weight. My first month at college I was sexually assaulted in my apartment by a neighbor who I had just met the day prior, and ever since then I had began suppressing my feelings of being ashamed, feeling gross, and feeling like it was all my fault by eating and having relationships with boys (I won't call them men) who liked to belittle me. Up until this past year I realized that I need to let the past remain the past and pick my life up, take control, and move on. Yet some days are still much harder than others.

bregalad5

Mine isn't *necessarily* guilt, though I do feel a bit guilty for the way I handled it...

I was an incredibly active child and teenager. I played basketball, baseball and soccer growing up, and also did marching band (which is an incredible workout, mind you) 7-12th grade. I was never small - I have a fairly large bone structure - but I never ate well. I blew out both my knees (floating/subluxing patellas) in 11th grade, and was told I would never be able to run again unless I got a double knee replacement. So, I didn't try. I stuck with marching band through my senior year - no way would I quit that - but had a ton of pain from it. I never got a second opinion, or I would likely have found out that I may have been able to stick with activities if I strengthened my lower abdominal muscles and inner thighs.

Like most active people who suddenly become sedentary, I ate as if I was still burning a gazillion and a half calories a day, and put on the pounds. I went from 150 to 250 in a matter of a few years, developed Fibromyalgia and high blood pressure.

From what I read now, around 50% of people with my condition can run without surgery, and I hope to be in that 50%. Once I get a job, I'm going to reward myself with a second patella stabilizer and try the C25K program and see if I can do it! Yes, it's the single corniest reward ever, but I'd like to try. I miss running so much.

So I guess my guilt is in how I dealt with my injury. I'm angry at my parents for not thinking to get a second opinion about my knees, and I've never had a good relationship with my family anyway. I've been trying hard the past couple years to mend the bridges, but the effort is only one-sided. So I've dealt with that, but until VERY recently I hadn't dealt with my physical ailments and this nagging, chronic injury of mine...

ninerbuff

My guilt began in high school after my first "long" relationship ended. He made me feel inferior in every way, shape, and form. I was able to keep my weight under control more then- but I was still a little over weight. My first month at college I was sexually assaulted in my apartment by a neighbor who I had just met the day prior, and ever since then I had began suppressing my feelings of being ashamed, feeling gross, and feeling like it was all my fault by eating and having relationships with boys (I won't call them men) who liked to belittle me. Up until this past year I realized that I need to let the past remain the past and pick my life up, take control, and move on. Yet some days are still much harder than others.

You're not at fault. A-holes like the guy you mentioned have no right to impose themselves on others. It's unfortunate it happened to you, but don't let that be the reason to stop you from being the best you you can be. There will always be someone out there to try to take advantage of people they see of as weak and vunerable. You don't have to be that way. Be strong, be confident and stand your ground.

sc1572

You are AMAZING.

Goal_Seeker_1988

No guilt only resentment. My mother always served larged portions so that's how I ate. I was the biggest baby and my mother bragged bout that. I was always fat, still feel fat. Guess, I'll always be the fat girl. I still struggle with maintaining my 85lb weightloss that I've kept off for 3 years now with the hope of losing a few more lbs. I hate myself for not losing weight sooner. Now, I have to deal with loose skin around my belly button and my inner tighs. Also I know that if I lost more weight then chances are my lower abs will be loose as well.

NotGoddess

Good topic.

ninerbuff

Mine isn't *necessarily* guilt, though I do feel a bit guilty for the way I handled it...

I was an incredibly active child and teenager. I played basketball, baseball and soccer growing up, and also did marching band (which is an incredible workout, mind you) 7-12th grade. I was never small - I have a fairly large bone structure - but I never ate well. I blew out both my knees (floating/subluxing patellas) in 11th grade, and was told I would never be able to run again unless I got a double knee replacement. So, I didn't try. I stuck with marching band through my senior year - no way would I quit that - but had a ton of pain from it. I never got a second opinion, or I would likely have found out that I may have been able to stick with activities if I strengthened my lower abdominal muscles and inner thighs.

Like most active people who suddenly become sedentary, I ate as if I was still burning a gazillion and a half calories a day, and put on the pounds. I went from 150 to 250 in a matter of a few years, developed Fibromyalgia and high blood pressure.

From what I read now, around 50% of people with my condition can run without surgery, and I hope to be in that 50%. Once I get a job, I'm going to reward myself with a second patella stabilizer and try the C25K program and see if I can do it! Yes, it's the single corniest reward ever, but I'd like to try. I miss running so much.

So I guess my guilt is in how I dealt with my injury. I'm angry at my parents for not thinking to get a second opinion about my knees, and I've never had a good relationship with my family anyway. I've been trying hard the past couple years to mend the bridges, but the effort is only one-sided. So I've dealt with that, but until VERY recently I hadn't dealt with my physical ailments and this nagging, chronic injury of mine...

The effort you take to mend bridges does good for you internally. I really hope that you can run in the near future because it sounds like a passion that you would really do well with.

ninerbuff

No guilt only resentment. My mother always served larged portions so that's how I ate. I was the biggest baby and my mother bragged bout that. I was always fat, still feel fat. Guess, I'll always be the fat girl. I still struggle with maintaining my 85lb weightloss that I've kept off for 3 years now with the hope of losing a few more lbs. I hate myself for not losing weight sooner. Now, I have to deal with loose skin around my belly button and my inner tighs. Also I know that if I lost more weight then chances are my lower abs will be loose as well.

Your children will learn self esteem from how you portray yourself. While it's a detriment of big weight loss, loose skin can be dealt with, but remember your kids will follow your lead. Don't have the feel the same way you feel years later. Be the best you that you can be and like yourself unconditionally.

ninerbuff

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Iamfit4life

I've got a lot of guilt about my divorce, and the fact I was irresponsible enough to get married in the first place.
I have a lot of guilt because for years due to that marriage I stopped talking to my family like I should.

I'm still trying to mend that. I'm still trying to let my family know how much I love them. For those years it wasn't clear.
I deal with that guilt by getting angry at myself or random dumb things.
When I get angry I need to work out. It's my only outlet.
I have a TON of guilt as a mother. The fact my children have to share two homes, the fact my children miss me and I miss them.
The fact their father misses them. I cannot stand hearing my daughter or son cry for him, it breaks my heart.

I deal with THAT guilt by spoiling them and indulging them. Which, is a horrible habit I need to stop.

ninerbuff

I've got a lot of guilt about my divorce, and the fact I was irresponsible enough to get married in the first place.
I have a lot of guilt because for years due to that marriage I stopped talking to my family like I should.

I'm still trying to mend that. I'm still trying to let my family know how much I love them. For those years it wasn't clear.
I deal with that guilt by getting angry at myself or random dumb things.
When I get angry I need to work out. It's my only outlet.
I have a TON of guilt as a mother. The fact my children have to share two homes, the fact my children miss me and I miss them.
The fact their father misses them. I cannot stand hearing my daughter or son cry for him, it breaks my heart.

I deal with THAT guilt by spoiling them and indulging them. Which, is a horrible habit I need to stop.

Sounds tough. I deal with a lot of divorcees and many attribute their weight gain to the stress that the divorce put on them. That's bad enough, but when kids are involved, it's more difficult. Best thing you can do is just be the best mom you can and show them that divorce doesn't equal hate which is not uncommon amongst people who get it done. Good luck to you.

Iamfit4life

I've got a lot of guilt about my divorce, and the fact I was irresponsible enough to get married in the first place.
I have a lot of guilt because for years due to that marriage I stopped talking to my family like I should.

I'm still trying to mend that. I'm still trying to let my family know how much I love them. For those years it wasn't clear.
I deal with that guilt by getting angry at myself or random dumb things.
When I get angry I need to work out. It's my only outlet.
I have a TON of guilt as a mother. The fact my children have to share two homes, the fact my children miss me and I miss them.
The fact their father misses them. I cannot stand hearing my daughter or son cry for him, it breaks my heart.

I deal with THAT guilt by spoiling them and indulging them. Which, is a horrible habit I need to stop.

Sounds tough. I deal with a lot of divorcees and many attribute their weight gain to the stress that the divorce put on them. That's bad enough, but when kids are involved, it's more difficult. Best thing you can do is just be the best mom you can and show them that divorce doesn't equal hate which is not uncommon amongst people who get it done. Good luck to you.

Well I think we're lucky. Because of the economic times we lived together during the entire process(nearly a year) and it taught us how to live around eachother, but not with eachother.
I've got no resentment and we work together well.
I'll probably still always have that guilt, and so will he. But they will always know how loved they are, and that they are important enough for us to work together.

So...it's not all bad!

ninerbuff

Well I think we're lucky. Because of the economic times we lived together during the entire process(nearly a year) and it taught us how to live around eachother, but not with eachother.
I've got no resentment and we work together well.
I'll probably still always have that guilt, and so will he. But they will always know how loved they are, and that they are important enough for us to work together.

So...it's not all bad!

That's good. The best intentions don't always work out cause if they did we wouldn't have so much turmoil in the world. Forgive yourself and look for different ways to improve. Just working on yourself is a great start.