Monday, January 21, 2013

May Old Acquaintance Be Forgot

Maybe it’s the “auld lang syne” of January talking, but I have been reminiscing quite a lot in therapy lately. It seems that I’m a million miles away from the woman who first walked into that room, my safe place. I've been happy, I don’t call myself mean names anymore, and I’m making more and more choices for health all the time. Am I perfect now? Oh, gods no! I’m still having some issues around my father’s death and this week I have been kind of overeating at dinner due to... stuff.

But that’s okay, it’s a process.

So all of this looking back has made me extremely grateful that I started journaling and then blogging. It’s reassuring to go back to those old entries and remember what I was thinking and feeling, reminding me that I don’t ever have to feel that way again. I know I've said it before, but here is the real beauty of keeping a journal: there it is in black and white, written on solid paper, every horrible thing you think of yourself, there where you can look at it outside of yourself for the first time and notice.... it’s a bunch of bullshit. This stuff that I wrote, it sounded so much more reasonable and sane inside my head - “useless” “ugly” “lazy.” In the harsh light of the outside world we can see these thoughts for what they are.

For example, here’s a journal entry from June 2011. By this time the positive affirmations were beginning to do their thing and I was moving on from hate to our other lying bastard of a friend, guilt. Because, back then, it wasn't just that I thought I was “useless-ugly-lazy” but that I was also undeserving of success, or luck, or love. Basically, sometimes I would binge because something GOOD had happened. I felt guilty. I didn't deserve it.

Journal Entry #27:

We [that is, me and the nutritionist] also talked a bit about eating to avoid happiness. What about the possibility that being happy makes me feel guilty, so I start out celebrating but then end up punishing myself instead? I know that I do often find myself avoiding talking about happy stuff or success to others because I don’t want them to feel bad (or jealous? or hate me?).

Positive Affirmations:

I don’t deserve to feel guilty about my successes.
I am not responsible for other someone else’s feelings.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Play That Funky Music

Today's Get Up Offa That Thang playlist:

  • Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry, 1976
  • She's a Bad Mama Jama - Carl Carlton, 1981
  • Le Freak - Chic, 1978
  • September - Earth, Wind & Fire, 1978
  • Kung Fu Fighting - Carl Douglas, 1972
  • Super Freak - Rick James, 1981
  • It's Your Thing - Isley Brothers, 1969

As K.C. once said: "Get down, get down, get down, get down toNIGHT baybee!"
That's right, I get up and dance like a dork, and all the cats ran to hide!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Things That Make Me Inordinately Happy In Comparison to the Effort Expended, In No Particular Order

First, happy 2013! For me, 2012 was a big year for learning and growing. I don't make resolutions, exactly, but I want to bring more focus on joy and fulfillment for this brand new year.

Therefore, in no particular order, here is a list of things that make me ridiculously happy.

  • Tiny turtles poking their heads out of a lake.
  • The first sip of the first cup of coffee every morning.
  • Especially if that sip can be done sitting on a porch on a cool morning with a nice view of nature.
  • Getting my hair washed and a scalp massage at the salon.
  • When my little cat, D, curls up inside the crook of my arm at night.
  • Also, when she plays with a toy and yowls at it like she's having the best orgasm ever.
  • When my bigger cat, S, head butts me to get some attention.
  • When my still bigger cat, B, sleeps hanging out from under the curtain, sprawled on his back and limbs go everywhere.
  • When my biggest cat, M, curls up next to my hubby on the couch covers his eyes with his paw.
  • The first 10 minutes after a shower, when I'm perfectly clean and my skin doesn't itch.
  • The last chapter of a really, really good book. 
  • Reading in a truly oversized armchair.
  • Crawling back into bed for a snuggle with my beloved.
  • Taking off the bra at the end of the day.
  • Looking at photographs from good times gone by.

Certain there's more, but you get the idea. For a change I want to look for good things instead of only looking for the bad things, because if that's all you look for, that's all you will ever see.