The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Fake
by McKenzie James
I woke up this morning out of a sound sleep with what my mind at 6am believed was a brilliant idea. In order to force myself into much needed weight loss I thought I’d tell myself I was losing weight in order to fit into my beautiful wedding dress! Great idea, and if you don’t know me you may not think there is even anything out of the ordinary about the plan. Those who do know me, however, are probably more than aware that I’m not getting married any time soon. No wedding date set, no plans under way, in fact no groom in sight!
My thought process goes like this: if I pretend I’m getting married, and I really want to fit into that dress, then I might be able to fake myself out and actually lose the weight, thereby attracting a man, and once attracted, who knows, we might end up getting married. See, it’s a simple direct line from my craziness to reality.
Strange, I know, but I try to do things like this to fake myself out all the time. I make deals with myself: no eating in front of the TV; no eating in that particular chair; you can only have popcorn on weekends; if you don’t eat any sweets this week you can have those new shoes you want; etc.
I know that I’m only affecting the symptoms of my disease, but if 30 years of therapy can’t eliminate the root cause of my emotional eating, I’m willing to fake myself out and simply try to eliminate the symptoms one by one.
The only problem is, I’m a pretty smart cookie, and it’s often really hard to fool me. Unless you’re a 50-something man who’s a total loser and trying to get me to believe you’ve got it together. In those instances, I’m apparently a pushover! The rest of the time, however, my rational mind keeps intruding and saying things like: “You’re not really getting married. Go ahead and eat the chocolate cake. Eat in that chair if you want to. It’s your chair. You paid for it. You can do what you want.”
So, in order to make this wedding dress thing work, I’m going to have to get fairly involved in my delusion. I’ve begun looking for the perfect dress and telling my friends at work about my upcoming nuptials. I’ve already received a lovely “We think you’ll make a beautiful bride” card and two women have volunteered to be bridesmaids. (I’m not certain that good taste allows for bridesmaids at third weddings. I’ll have to check into it. I think just the thought of a third wedding would make Miss Manners faint!)
Can this plan work? I have no idea, but stay tuned for further details and feel free to check out McKenzie James’ Bridal Registry at www.target.com.