Thursday, April 22, 2010
I was reading one of the Spark articles about emotional eating (this should be no surprise to anyone)... and it got my mind musing. Now of course, when I go hunting for the link, I can't find it. Edited to add: I found it! www.sparkpeople.com/resource/wellnes
It talks about the little voice that tells us the right thing: our conscience, and about the voice that beats up on us being like the conscience being "stuck" in the blame game.
Anyway, all the drive to work, I was amused by this thought: "Is my conscience passive aggressive?" Does it shut up when I start heading for a binge, muttering under its breath, "you know what that will do... but go ahead, I won't stop you!" Only to later scream at me, post-binge, "See, you never listen to me!"
What kind of a conscience would DO that? A conscience with a borderline personality disorder?
Anyway, since deciding to kick perfectionism to the curb and give myself a break on the whole "being human" bit, I've discovered the old conscience is taking on some healthier habits, too! It's speaking up more often ahead of time. It's holding discussions with the rebellious side, rather than ominous "I told you so". It's offering loving advice, not grudging blame. And it's speaking up about treating myself better after a slip, too.
I think I like this healthier conscience! How's yours doing?
Monday, April 19, 2010
In the midst of all my fretting about over the weekend, as I was pulling things out from under the bed and vacuuming (getting rid of the worst dust-bunnies, as someone else put it)... I discovered my boxed up summer clothes, including the size 10 shorts from a couple of Summers ago... 2007 when I did the triathlon.
Of course I HAD to try them on... and... yeah, predictable that they fit, right? Only it's NOT predictable to me when I'm in a funk. What a boost to my mood.
And, followup to my housekeeping anxiety attack: the roofer came and looked at my problem. He thinks it is one of two vents, and the one (turbine style) is even broken off its bracket. He'll replace that and shingle around it, and then we monitor. Meantime I had him all over the house, junk rooms and all, and felt only mildly weird about it.
And of course he put me right at home by admiring the dog. One more day in the books.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
When you post a blog on SP, be prepared for a variety of responses: supportive, yes. With advice, yes. And finally, with sometimes surprising insight from the experience, strength and hope of others.
Yesterday I blogged about anxiety related to my housekeeping "failures", as defined by myself. Predictably I got a variety of responses... from pure statements of support / empathy, to suggestions of things to try, to insights for further self-examination. To you all, my thanks. It's humbling to see how this community responds to the needs of one another.
For those few who may be following long-term like a serial... the end result of the day was mixed. Sometimes just blogging feelings helps me deal with them. I did better than I sometimes do, but not perfectly. I did indulge in some self-soothing eating. But I also stopped myself from some of the worse excesses of which I am capable.
I also did not clean like a crazy woman. I did do ordinary weekend chores. And some careful self-examination while pondering some of the responses.
Yes, it's me that does the judging. I have internalized the voices of my grandmother, mother and sister. Why do I care about their opinions? I think I am still seeking their approval! Two of them are dead, the third has mellowed out... but my reaction is now internal.
The suggestions about having someone else help / buddy up led me to contemplate the social aspects of housekeeping, and I went on to think about my childhood, living as part of a family of seven. There was a lot of social interaction in my childhood related to cleaning house, washing dishes, etc.
I once commented to my son that I have observed myself starting to pick up and straighten when he comes over... it somehow makes me feel more comfortable to clean in the presence of others. But it had never occurred to me to actually ASK someone for help... maybe because cleaning my house is my own responsibility. There is a sense that "I should be able to do this on my own" is strong.
Now doesn't THAT sound familiar, fellow Sparkers?! How many of us think we should be able to lose weight on our own? Ah, I see a number of raised hands in the room!
Maybe this is an area that I need to also give myself some patience on...
So, three reasons to rejoice today: first in the support that comes from this site. Second in that I didn't do as badly in handling the stress / anxiety in my life as I sometimes do. And finally in having a few more insights into another area for future growth and self-acceptance!
Blessings to you all this Sunday.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Even when we know this, we still do it... why?
The current comparison I'm having trouble with is one I've always been more embarrassed about than even my weight at its heaviest. I'm a lousy housekeeper. I do not take good care of my things. It probably should be no surprise I didn't take good care of my body, either.
I'm getting better about my body, although I still do have those times when I get overwhelmed and neglect it in favor of some other shiny / distracting object / event in my life. But my house and its contents? Not as far along that path.
Night before last we had a rain storm and I had a leak. It was pouring down from the threshold between my bedroom and the hall. That means I'm going to have a roofer come take a look. As it turns out, the roofer is married to a work mate of mine.
And... my house is in a horrible state. Some people have a "junk" room or closet where they throw things? I live alone in a 3-bedroom house. Two of those bedrooms are "junk" rooms.
I have a dog that has done a number on my carpets, too. And like I said, not a good housekeeper.
I had finally got to the point where I sort of forgave myself for not being able to do it all (i.e. everything my dad did to earn a living plus everything my mom did to make a home... come on, SOME of you know what I'm talking about here). But when someone is going to come over and actually see the status of my cluttered home? Ouch.
The fear/anxiety point in this is he sees my house, he says something to his wife, it gets back in the workplace and everyone KNOWS what a horrible housekeeper I am.
Like they couldn't see how my desk is kept at the office, already! It doesn't have to be rational, it's an anxiety thing, right?
Some folks have weight / size issues based on commentary they heard in the homes of their upbringing? I have a soundtrack loop in the back of my head about housekeeping standards... from my grandmother judging the homes of others, from my mother feeling not up to her mother's standards, and from myself!
So, this weekend, I have two choices: try like a madwoman and fail to make my home live up to those standards in the head... or take another giant step down the path to self-acceptance. I will do what I can... but this is who and what I am.
I am the "Aunt Grace" of my generation... the one my grandmother clucked her tongue over. But THAT'S OK! Aunt Grace was a wonderful woman, smart, caring... just not a housekeeper... OK? OK! She had a master's degree in math education and well into her 70's and maybe even her 80's she was tutoring students through their high school math.
Embrace it, Barb! Your own sister may cluck her tongue, too... but you don't really need fixing... you just need acceptance. And not to overeat in reaction to this particular anxiety!
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