“So, how is the body supposed to tell between starvation and a diet? It can’t.”
"for 40,000 years the primary threat to the majority of humans tended to be not getting enough to eat. In fact, this was true until the end of World War II in the United States and is still true in many Third World countries (and for some in the West as well) today. Since starvation was common, our bodies learned to hold onto weight at all costs. Any time our bodies experience lack, they learn to be more efficient in holding weight: i.e. the body that experiences lack increases the set point. Children who experience famine have very efficient bodies – bodies designed to hold onto fat. People who experience starvation repeatedly will have bodies that get better and better at holding on to fat.
So, how is the body supposed to tell between starvation and a diet? It can’t. All the body knows is that the signals (signals of hunger or craving) it is sending are being ignored. And the only way it knows to respond is as if there is a famine. It holds onto weight and creates a demand for high calorie foods. And so the diet fails for the majority of us.”
~Talking Fat, by Lonie McMichael, PhD (via loniemc)
Reblog this if you started worrying about your weight before you were even 16
The notes make this really depressing as a guy reading this :(
I think I was about 11 maybe 12. Me and my mum went on a diet together for the first time.
im not even 16 yet and im really self concious about my tummy flab
I was in fifth grade… That’s the earliest I remember worrying about it. I’d had my tonsils out, lost an unsafe amount of weight, and then gained all of that back plus some when I was able to start eating again. I was super neurotic about it from then on. And in retrospect, I wasn’t anything like fat then. I AM fat now. But I’m also confident enough to realize that I’m sexy as fuck, fat and all.
I think it was around eighth grade or so, I was really bothered by my poochy tummy (you know, the one _all_ girls have because that’s where our girl-stuff is). I’d like to go back in time and show that girl my ‘mother’s apron’ and smack her upside the head.
I was about twelve and a half. I got my first period on August 8th and a couple of days later, my mom, grandma, and aunt cornered me and gave me an oh-so-sympathetic-faced lecture on how I was “too big for [my] age” and it would be sooo easy for me to lose weight now that I was having periods (???). I’d been called “chubby” (but looking back at pictures, I really wasn’t…) since third grade, but that’s when I started feeling bad about my weight in particular.
Dude, wtf is wrong with your family?? >:(
So many things. >.< My mom’s side of the family are proud of their thick skins and confrontational personalities (and then there’s me with thin skin and fear of arguments, so much fun). I don’t think there’s a single older-than-me female relative who hasn’t gotten in my face about my weight. Like, I understand very well how big a girl I am, thank you, harping on it has obvs helped thus far! xP
In year 6, I remember sitting in the car the day we got our school photos back and being really upset with mine, because I thought it made me look fat. I would have been eleven or so.
I was probably 10 or 12? My mom was always saying ‘stand up straight’ and ‘hold your tummy in’.