Oprah Winfrey is, of course, a bazillionaire. That must be nice, but I can't imagine what it would be like to fight such a public battle with your weight. It seems like every time I go to the grocery store, there are headlines about her hitting 200 pounds, giving up, having gastric bypass secretly or discovering some secret weight-loss trick involving berries and granola bars. It has to be just exhausting for her.
I'd like to go on the record that I think Oprah looks great at any size I've seen her. She's confident and smart and I think extra weights looks good on her. It's obvious, though, thats she's unhappy with it, as she's always embracing a new weight-loss method every time it comes down the chute. Sugar addicts, Dr. Oz, acai berries, reading "The Secret" and feeling sick about the stupidity- Oprah has tried them all.
It has to be so awful for her, when she's on the upswing of the weight yo-yo, to look in the mirror and think, "Oh crap, it's happening again." I'm not on TV and I'm ashamed that I put some weight back on. I can't imagine what it would be like to have people whispering about it wherever I went and to see "fat day" pictures of me plastered across magazine covers. This is a strong, capable, intelligent woman who raised herself up from dire poverty despite all odds. It must be so frustrating to have the one thing you can't control be on the outside for the world to see and judge.
And yet, she's still trying. That's a motivator for me. Here's Oprah, who is rich enough to say, "Screw it, I'm a size 26 and that's just me." Instead she keeps trying and keeps looking for a way to eat and exercise that will work for her. No matter how many blogs or magazines write stories about how big her ass is getting, she gets up the next day, looks in the mirror, puts a smile on her face and soldiers on.
There's also something comforting in knowing that Oprah has the money and the resources to try everything- personal chefs, trainers, surgery, whatever- and she still struggles. It makes me feel like it's okay to not have a linear path to my ideal weight. Isn't life about the peaks and valleys after all? I never knew that saying was about BMI, but it sure fits, doesn't it?
Oh, and by the way, it's time for me to clear up some misconceptions about Chicago that I've run into when I've left the state. Oprah is not my neighbor. I've never run into her at the grocery store, and I haven't run into Michael Jordan either. Also, I don't live in the Sears Tower and actually am not too fond of sausage, Polish or otherwise. Hope this didn't disappoint anyone too much.