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I recently read this great post by Lindsey Mead on her blog A Design So Vast. In it, she shares a list of things she loves. The small delicious details, such as the smell of laundry, Christmas carols, the words "luminous" and "ineffable" and the mail.
We fill ourselves with food. Food that we don't savor. Food that we barely even taste. We fill ourselves with alcohol. Too much alcohol. Parties. Endless gatherings and events. People who are critical, maybe even cruel. We fill ourselves with new clothes, new shoes, new trinkets, meaningless objects we don't need or even enjoy. And yet we still feel empty. Hollow. Depleted. Under-nourished. Maybe even starving or gasping for air.
You are fed up with bashing your body. With comparing it. With weighing it. With depriving it of food. With exercise that bores you or makes you feel like you did something wrong. Yes, the magazine recommended the workout. But wow it's really not your thing. You've decided to try a different approach: Tolerating your body. Maybe even liking it. Why not? you wonder. Hating it takes too much energy. Hating it takes too much time.
Working out has become synonymous with weight loss or maintenance. That is, we assume that people only work out --- that we should work out --- to lose weight or to maintain our weight. This is often why exercise is thought of as a chore. As a necessary evil. As a punishment for eating dessert or consuming too many carbs or fat grams. As a way to burn calories. And nothing else.
I just read this wonderful piece by fellow Psych Central blogger Elisha Goldstein. A wise older man told him: "You know, it's a funny thing about time, you never get it back once it passes."
Being a stay-at-home-mom is both rewarding and challenging. One of the challenges is that it's easy to lose yourself. It's easy to put yourself last. You have a laundry list of tasks. Dirty dishes. Dirty diapers. And your child needs you. All. The. Time.
We may be going about our business, and we come across a coworker, parent, writer, blogger, maybe even a stranger who seems to have it all. Maybe we get sucked into their social media feed (for an hour or hours). Maybe we see them at the park or at a party. This someone who has the perfect life, the perfect body, the perfect wardrobe, the perfect partner, the perfect home, the perfect sense of humor, the perfect skills. This someone always knows what to say. They always know what to do. They rarely make mistakes.
Every year, on or around July 4th, I republish and update a piece on declaring our independence from what doesn’t serve or support us — everything from dieting to damaging beliefs. I hope you find it helpful! And I hope you have a wonderful holiday or Monday. Today, we celebrate our independence here in America. But wherever you live, it also might be the day you celebrate your independence, too.
You ate a bowl of ice cream. The full fat kind. Maybe, you even ate two bowls. Please don't punish yourself with cruel words. You are disgusting. You have no willpower. Please don't drown yourself in shame, blame and regret. I can't believe I did this. I'm the only one who can't control herself around food. This is humiliating.