Honestly, I think some of my earliest memories include coming home from school to find the Oprah show on with Miss Winfrey doing everything from unveiling her "new self" in skinny jeans to wheeling out a wagon of lard:
The latest issue of O magazine features an article where Oprah shares her personal "struggle" with weight control:
In 1992 I reached my heaviest, 237 pounds. I was 38. Then, four years ago, I made it a goal to lose weight, and I appeared on the January 2005 cover (left) at a toned 160 pounds. I thought I was finished with the weight battle. I was done. I'd conquered it. I was so sure, I was even cocky. I had the nerve to say to friends who were struggling, "All you have to do is work out harder and eat less! Get your 10,000 steps in! None of that starchy stuff!"
Bam! Karma is a bear of a thing.
So here I stand, 40 pounds heavier than I was in 2006. (Yes, you're adding correctly; that means the dreaded 2-0-0.) I'm mad at myself. I'm embarrassed. I can't believe that after all these years, all the things I know how to do, I'm still talking about my weight. I look at my thinner self and think, "How did I let this happen again?"
I'll tell you, I don't care how Oprah's marketing team spins this into another "do it like Oprah" diet fad- she has zero credibility as far as I'm concerned. I'm sure she'll make boatloads of money as a result of the follow-up directives her empire will sell to the public, so good for her.
But here's what really bothers me: Oprah says her current weight issues are due to thyroid problems. I don't doubt that, however I would like her to talk about the deeper root of her predicament- the self-inflicted abuse she's put her body through for decades.
There's only so much yo-yo dieting and weight fluctuations a body can handle before something goes seriously wrong. Oprah mentions getting to the heart of her food addiction:
Here's another thing this past year has been trying to teach me: I don't have a weight problem—I have a self-care problem that manifests through weight. As my friend Marianne Williamson shared with me, "Your overweight self doesn't stand before you craving food. She's craving love." Falling off the wagon isn't a weight issue; it's a love issue.
When I stop and ask myself, "What am I really hungry for?" the answer is always "I'm hungry for balance, I'm hungry to do something other than work." If you look at your overscheduled routine and realize, like I did, that you're just going and going and that your work and obligations have become a substitute for life, then you have no one else to blame. Only you can take the reins back.
That's what I'm doing. These days I've put myself back on my own priority list; I try to do at least one hour of exercise five or six days a week. As I work out, eat healthfully, and reorder my life so there's time to replenish my energy, I continue to do the spiritual and emotional work to conquer this battle once and for all.
It seems this is what she always talks about with every public dieting effort- getting to the emotional cause. But I honestly don't think she really ever does because the patterns clearly repeat themselves with her. Only now she's dealing with the permanent damage she's done to her body.
On another note, in April of '07 I wrote about Valerie Bertinelli joining up with Kirstie Alley in promoting Jenny Craig. I have to say I'm impressed with what Valerie's done. She has an incredible attitude and looks amazing.
(As for Kirstie, it seems Jenny Craig tossed her tent-dress wearing, leg-squeezing ass to the marketing curb)
I think there's one thing that both Oprah and Valerie have taught us- Purple is a hateful color and is worn by people in the moments they loathe themselves most: