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27 Aug 2023

Getting through. Grace optional.

It has been a broken shoelace kind of week. When I first got my eating under control 17+ years ago, people would talk about “broken shoelaces.” The little annoying things that happened that were not life altering, but were frustrating. And how they used to eat over this stuff. But in getting our eating under control, we learned to deal with our annoying problems, instead of eating them.

On Monday, my mini stepper broke. Right at the beginning of my workout the bolt holding the pulley in place just sheered right off. I am fine. And It was a cheap piece of equipment. So my husband told me to immediately order another one since he knows how much I love it. And then he said to get 2 so I have a backup in case this happens again. (They came that night! And they were on sale!) Then we can get me an expensive one that is better made for Christmas.

On Tuesday my niece came over before she went away to college. That was wonderful! But it also meant extra cooking and cleaning for me.

Then Wednesday, I was plunging my clogged drain and the drain basket pulled away from my kitchen sink and water started pouring into my under-sink cabinet. And when the plumber came, he found a forest of tree roots in my kitchen pipes. And another closer to my bathroom pipes. So now we are going to have to pull up part of our patio and have them dig out some clay pipe and replace it with more up-to-date materials so the roots can’t get in.

This has meant scheduling multiple days of my life and meals and workouts around getting things taken care of.

But I can. I have the mental capacity to do it because I am not high on sugar. I have the emotional capacity because I can take stock and take action instead of eating myself into a coma and sitting on the couch. I have the energy because my food is nourishing. And I have the spiritual capacity because I trust that Life is always giving me exactly what I need. (We are about to have new siding installed on our house. So maybe this is happening now so we don’t have to dig the pipes up in a year and destroy the siding.)

I don’t eat over stuff anymore. Or if I do, it’s during meal times. And it’s weighed out and sugar free. But for the most part I don’t have to. I can take what comes. I can get through it. Hopefully with grace. But let’s be honest. It’s the getting through that matters. Grace optional.

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20 Aug 2023

Can’t get my body out of my head

For all of 2022 I was either sick or injured. And so far, for all of 2023 my body has been shifting and changing.

I started walking stairs for exercise late last year because it was a workout I could do even when I was having trouble breathing. I would go slower for longer than if I were jogging, but I was still getting my heart rate up and sweating.

And then I got my breathing taken care of. And it turns out that a high energy workout on stairs will build your butt muscles. Quickly. And since then, I have been absolutely loving my workout. I am not miserable and gasping for air. I am loving the way my body is changing, and the shape my exercises are creating. And I naturally get faster the more weight I lose and lighter I am, which increases the number of steps I can take in my 30 minute workout, which again increases my muscle.

But the other thing is that currently I am just this side of obsessed with my body. And I don’t love that. It’s great to love my body. But I am an addict. And my love can go real bad, real quick.

In April, when I got my mini-stepper, I got weird about results. One day I could see them, the next they were all in my head. (They were never all in my head. My head is just a weird funhouse.) And in going about my day, I was stopping what I was doing to go look at my butt in the mirror. A lot.

Then I had a thought. That I should do one of those “picture a day” things, to track my progress.

Friends, I want to be less obsessed with my body, not more. And I realized that I do not want to do that to myself. Take a bajillion pictures of my butt to scrutinize and analyze and evaluate and judge. Not because I don’t adore my new butt. I do! I am absolutely in love with it in a way that I never could have been if I didn’t really work for it. But because I don’t want to “romance” my body obsession.

When people first start to do what I do with food, they have to change their language, in their minds and in their mouths. We have to stop saying chocolate is our “favorite” and start remembering that it is poison to us. And when the people I am responsible for mentoring start thinking longingly about sugar and carb “drug foods,” I tell them they have to learn to “change the channel.” To stop thinking what they are thinking and think something else. To stop “romancing” the food in their heads. Because it’s not a love affair. At the very least it’s an abusive relationship.


When I “romance” my body obsession, I start to think of all of the ways I could possibly get myself a “better” body. By which I mean a “thinner” body. Because when I obsess I am not obsessing about my health. Or my stamina. Or my flexibility. Or my strength. I am obsessing about my weight.

I am still very much in my head about my body. And I think that for as long as the changes continue to be noticeable in the mirror, I will continue to be more focused on my body than is comfortable. 

But I know from experience that this is temporary. That eventually things change. They even out or calm down or become irrelevant. And I know that I have been obsessed with my body before, many times for many reasons. Weight gain. Weight loss. The shape of some part or another. I am, after all, a sugar addict with eating and body image disorders. So I trust that this will pass. And I can have some room for my body obsession. And some room for my body to be its very lovely 46-year-old self.

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13 Aug 2023

Up Next: More Authenticity

I keep thinking lately about what comes next in my life. What I want to create for myself. How to do that.

Getting my eating under control was the first step in becoming the most authentic version of myself I could be. It began with complete honesty around my food and my eating. But that branched out into complete honesty about other things. Things like what I wanted as opposed to what I thought I should want. Things that made me happy and peaceful as opposed to the things that made the other people around me happy and peaceful.

When Sinead O’Connor died last month someone posted an interview with her, where she said that people spent a lot of time telling her that when she ripped up a picture of the Pope on TV she ruined her career. But she said that that was not true. There were some record producers who thought her music was going to buy them their vacation homes. She ruined *their* careers.

I want to remember that for myself. I didn’t throw away a job in construction. I chose to leave a job that was killing me, and would have killed me if I had let it.

I am ready to be of service. I am ready to embark on the next phase of my life. I am ready to find a new purpose and a new chapter. But I also know now that it has to be something that aligns with my heart and soul. And sometimes that is just as simple as not allowing myself to be overworked and underpaid.

I will close by saying that since I got my eating under control, I always get better than I thought I wanted. So I don’t know what comes next but I am very clear that whatever it is, it will be in line with the life I want to live and my dreams for my future.

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06 Aug 2023

I’ll think I was cute in ten years

The hardest part of this blog is that there are only so many things to say and only so many ways to say the same thing when it’s such a specific topic. Sugar addiction and the associated eating and body image disorders. I struggle, often, to find something to say that I don’t think is repetitive. I have even considered retiring this blog. But then I remember that I don’t write this blog to be read. I write it to say the truth I need to hear. For me. With the additional hope that it can help another addict.

So with that in mind, I have learned to honor that they won’t all be great posts. I try to remember that making great great art is contingent on one’s willingness to make bad art. So I just keep writing them. I keep committing to the practice. 

Recently I noticed someone reading through the archives of this blog. (Hi person! Thanks for reading!) I certainly don’t remember all of my posts. (It’s 52 a year for over 10 years.) So I went through and read the ones my new reader was reading , and I was happily surprised to find that I thought they were good. Interesting. Thought provoking. Funny! (I’m a lot less funny in this blog than I have been in years past. Part of it may be that I am comfortable enough in the writing that I spend less time trying to impress my readers. I feel like I should work on that.)

Certainly I noticed that there were sometimes points that I failed to make coherently. Plenty of punctuation and grammar errors. (I should probably have an editor. I mean I probably won’t, but I probably should.) But in general, I am proud of this body of work. It’s good work. Some of it is even great. 

In having my eating under control, I don’t have to have doubts about that pride. I don’t have to be falsely humble. I don’t have to ask you if you think it’s good work. I absolutely hope you do! I hope you love it and find it helpful! But I don’t need to know. I don’t need to ask. It’s really none of my business. And I don’t make it my concern.

You know that thing that happens, where someone takes a picture of you, and you think you look terrible at the time, but then you look at it years later and you realize that you looked good, you looked like yourself, not at all the weird troll you thought you looked like 5 minutes after the photo was taken? That is what it has felt like to look back at my words for the past decade. Oh! I was clever. I was wise. 

But it is also really special see the sparks of a change in thinking that would affect the trajectory of my life. All before I knew I was doing those things, thinking those thoughts, changing those patterns. All a record of the process of me becoming the most authentic person I can be. 

And I suppose it reminded me that I feel like I am in the middle of a change now that I don’t fully grasp. That it will only be in retrospect that I will understand what is going on right now with my body and my work life and my health. So perhaps in another ten years, I will look back at this period of time, and see the whole picture. And realize how cute I really was.

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