THIS moment

 

 

feeling fairly anxious today. I got on the scale early this morning and my weight is up. so, of course, the alarm bells go off; red alert! red alert! Immediately, I’m disappointed, and I try to figure out why. was it something I ate? something I drank? No, there was nothing unusual. As a matter of fact, I only ate a small salad; drank all my water. Oh, but I had some chips – salty. But, it’s not like I ate the whole bag. I don’t know. It’s just another day that my weight is way off, and I’m miserable. Another day that the scale, rather the number on the scale dictates my mood. And I feel like I’m gonna jump out of my skin.

I know I have that dli reunion coming up and I had sworn that I would lose the weight, so I could look somewhat decent. I really don’t know what that means. It’s not like I was a major prize winner to begin with. Even when I was in the military, I felt less than cuz all the other girls were always getting the attention. "R" had the blue eyes, "K" had the blonde hair, "K2" had that smile, "R2" was just gorgeous. Me? a big butt. There is nothing special about me. I’m just average, average intelligence, bad hair, freckles, chubby, awkward, mediocre artist. Yet I always wanted to be special, to live up to the smart girl reputation. yes, i suffer from "impostor syndrome".

I would hear guys talking about other girls and I wondered if they would ever talk about me in that way. I don’t think so. They were there to grab, fondle, insult, call names. I remember 9^th grade, all my little friends had boyfriends. I was not boyfriend material. The only one who paid attention to me was "N", and he was way older than me. he was there to do the deed and then he disappeared.

I remember the shame, the blaming, the interrogation, the denial, the pain of it all, being treated as if it was all my fault, so humiliating, so public. It seemed that everyone who was important to me was disappointed in me. it seemed that they were more interested in what I did rather than what was done to me. I was 14!!!! What the hell did I know???

So, all these things keep coming up and I keep re-living it. I don’t want to it just happens. How can I stop re-living these events? How can I remember without the emotions? Just when I think I’m getting over something, there’s another story, another event, and I am left with the shame, the guilt, the condemnation. No matter how many times I have recited romans 8:1, I keep coming back to some other shameful event.

How long will I have to endure this?

 

i have been fasting (IF, 20/4) regularly, and still weight keeps fluctuating, but not going down. i'm so exhausted, hungry and not sleeping well. i know, duh! i can be so smart and talented for some things, and yet when it comes to weight and appearance i behave so erratically. so, i'm doing some corrective work. i uninstalled the fasting tracker app from my phone, and told my son to hide the scale, again. i'm so tired of these cycles.

 

 

how would i encourage someone who feels like this?

1.     Remind yourself how you can identify with those feelings. Then, read “the religion of thinness”:

“There is a more ominous hunger, and I was and am not alone in sensing it. It squirms under the sternum, clawing at the throat. At school we were hungry and lost and scared and young and we needed religion, salvation—something to fill the anxious hollow in our chests. Many of us sought it in food and thinness.” –Marya Hornbacher1

2.    “Somewhere deep inside, you know that to be a whole person you don’t have to be thin.”

3.    “You may actually be unaware that your spirit is hungry, because judging and controlling your body distances you from your feelings, thoughts, desires, and needs. And so, unconsciously, you search for something to help you feel alive again. Maybe that something is the physical feeling of hunger. Perhaps it is the sensation of eating, an act that brings our minds and bodies together, just as starving ourselves seems to drive them apart. It could be the fantasy of thinness, which always gives us something to strive for, something to look forward to, the happy ending. In any case, based on the amount of time and energy we spend worrying about how to look and what, how much, and whether or not to eat, it’s clear that, for many of us, our spiritual needs have been engulfed by an enormous black hole—one that we unconsciously hope to fill with the The Religion of Thinness.”

4.    “…beneath your great efforts to erase your body and contain its cravings, there is a desire to connect with your flesh, to be at home in your own skin, to experience the power of life that animates your body and enlivens your spirit. For the more we get in touch with the needs of our hearts and souls, the more our faith in thinness loses its importance.”

 [Lelwica, Michelle M.. The Religion of Thinness: Satisfying the Spiritual Hungers Behind Women's Obsession with Food and Weight (pp. 16-17). Gürze Books. Kindle Edition.]

 

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