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We are here to SHINE!

When I left binge-eating and the 345 pounds that went with it behind, so many people in my life were happy for me. Some were elated. Like me, they never thought they’d see the day that I was able to divest myself of the albatross of addiction, excess weight, and all that goes with it, including low self-esteem. While it’s a normal reaction for those close to me to be thrilled for my new life, I sensed unease in others.

Sad but true, some close friends and a few sundry acquaintances weren’t as over the moon as I about my new look and new life. It became a comfortable role for some, the ‘fat best friend’ with no romantic life to speak of…who’d go along for the ride and listen to all the scintillating details of her friends’ romantic adventures. So when the tables turned, guess what? So did heads…towards me. I went from being invisible to being noticed, in a way I never had before.  It was a strange feeling to me…and apparently to others.

This is the paradox of transformation. Even when it’s for the better, it is unsettling. For all parties. It’s a change. In my case, the change was tantamount to a death. The person I was in 2009 and prior no longer exists. She’s gone. And there’s consequence to that. Those that miss her have distanced themselves from the modern version of me.  I can’t say this didn’t leave me smarting and confused. But I was clear on one thing. No one, through manipulation, withdrawing their love, or via veiled digs will ever EVER budge me from where I am now: A Woman who is fully OK with her strengths, gifts, and beauty and am grateful to let them shine.

Who remembers the iconic scene in “The Sound of Music” when the wily baroness deftly slips Maria a crippling Mickey in the form of shaming her for catching Captain Von Trapp’s eye? Both actresses are outstanding and play out the psychological dynamics of their characters flawlessly. If there’s a baroness in your life…have a chat with her, or fire her as a friend. Go ahead, you’ll be fine. Just don’t let her or anyone put you in a corner. It’s about shining brightly, my friends.

Pssst…it’s what we’re here for! Pass it on….

Knowing When To Back-Burner

“Never put off until tomorrow what you can do today.” – Benjamin Franklin.  

 

It’s one of my favorite and most practiced quotes, and I credit Ben Franklin for helping cultivate a sense of discipline which has taken me far. There are days when I feel the pull of putting off a task until the next day. The majority of the time, it’s nothing more than my knee-jerk first response to make things ‘easier’ on myself. Trust a veteran procrastinator. Putting off what needs to be done has never made my life easier. Not only do I accrue more unwanted borrowed time, my ‘to-do’ list multiplies in a most unappealing way. But since discipline and rigidity are two entirely different things, let’s be clear: Sometimes, back-burnering, prioritizing, and taking a time-out is extremely necessary. Who decides that? YOU do. It all falls under the umbrella of getting to know yourself, listening to your body, and trusting its wisdom without apology.

sleep

With a way of life that includes clean eating, DDPYOGA and other forms of working out and staying fit, I pride myself on full and vibrant energy reserves that I never possessed back in my binge-eating days. The gift of my lifestyle means I get a lot done in any given day. But on those occasions when I’m undeniably physically tired, achy, mentally drained, or emotionally beleaguered, pressing on in the face of fatigue or the aches of an encroaching cold simply makes no sense. Sometimes, the perpetual act of doing needs to be back-burnered.

Right?!

Right?!

 

If it’s not an urgent or time-sensitive task, I postpone, and take my body up on its benevolent invitation to do nothing for a while. Never regretted it. Remember, our bodies are infallibly wise. If yours is telling you to take a breather, DO it. Give yourself permission, and don’t seek it from others. Ask for help if needed, then shut the world away (your own version of it) and recharge.

Find your own way to say 'Do Not Disturb' and follow through...

Find your own way to say ‘Do Not Disturb’ and follow through…

 

Wishing you all a Blessed Solstice, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, Jubilant Kwanzaa, and a Happy, Healthy 2017!

 

Sometimes, I recharge while still upright...there are no rules!

Sometimes, I recharge while still upright…there are no rules!

 

...there 'ain't nothin' like a BATH!

…there ‘ain’t nothin’ like a BATH!

 

Quiet coffee breaks work wonders too...

Quiet coffee breaks work wonders too…

Stop Scrutinizing Yourself and GET Out There!

Women are still trapped under a hyper-critical microscope. Our year-long election slug fest has taught us that, internet trolls demonstrate it daily, and the mail I get from readers sorrowfully reminds me that there is still work to be done. It’s an inside-job, ladies. Surgery, weight loss, and botox won’t set you free. Only a loud and unapologetic declaration that you’re OK with yourself will shove the microscope out of society’s intrusive hand. Yes, even if you’re not flawless, you’re calling the game over. You’ve always been OK and now the world knows it. That became my mantra at 300 pounds and it’s my mantra today. In part because the No. 1 concern I get from clients and readers of my books is from women fearing their happiness will be impaired by loose skin after a weight loss.

 

So, what do you do if you’ve dropped a lot of weight and have some loose skin? Off the top of my head, this comes to mind: GET OUT THERE AND LIVE YOUR FREAKIN’ LIFE! I mean, come on, life is a gift to begin with. And if you have a new lease on it because of releasing a substantial amount of weight, do you really think your primary focus will be on any residual imperfections? For me it wasn’t even a distant concern. When you walk through life at 300 pounds + for 20 years, being free of that physical and emotional burden tends to elevate one into a state of joy and gratitude. Trust me.

 

Out there...and loving it!

Out there…and loving it!

I do understand the concern of loose skin. No one wants it…actively seeks it out. But to be a slave to fearing or loathing it is buying into our society’s manic focus on looking flawless. It has become a toxic fetish. All you have to do is Google ‘plastic surgery disasters’ to see how easily the quest for ‘looking good enough’ can spiral out of control. OK, love handles are lippoed. I guess I look better…but what can I work on next? Ah! a brow lift…followed by cheek implants and lip injections. Yeah, that’s the ticket! Then I’ll be happy.

Please let me save you the thousands of dollars you may be poised to spend (or borrow). If you’re not in possession of some baseline satisfaction with who you are…including how you look, surgery won’t magically wave that malady away. Surgery does nothing to quiet or console the inner critic. That’s your job.

Interesting point: All the loose-skin concerns I get from readers are from women at the start of their journey. They’d actually love to get rid of the weight, but are wondering if loose skin is too high a price to pay. Really? If that’s going to stop your roll before you even start, it’s likely you’re not ready. I’m not judging. Change can be unnerving; to you and those around you. I’ve lived it; I know. Just consider being honest about what might really be holding you back. Never has anyone who has dropped 100 pounds or more groused to me they don’t like their skin. Why? They’re simply too elated with their new life, which includes lots of freedom and energy. It’s far more exhilarating than a perfection that doesn’t exist. Trust me.

 

I Don't Need to Be Forgiven...Do You?

I Don’t Need to Be Forgiven…Do You?

Taking a Survival Break

This was a tough one to write. It triggered some deep waves of emotion…even now. I share this Truth-Poem with you to illustrate the reality of Hope.  It exists in you – no matter what your current circumstances.

To say I had a lot of de-tangling to do on the emotional and physical levels is a grand understatement. There were many times I wondered if it was even possible. I’ve cleared a great deal of debris out of my life, but it’s always a work in progress. And I cannot underscore enough the importance of unplugging from society’s results-0riented, lightening-fast-paced dogma.  Yeah, we’ll get all our issues cleared up by the end of next month…if not SOONER! I lost track of all the ‘Lucy-holding-the-football-for-Charlie-Brown’ moments I had falling for that load of $%&#.

Relax. Unplug. Start paying attention to who you really are. Give the inner critic the next 15 minutes off. Loving yourself is a decision. You may have to remind yourself of said decision over and over but eventually, it will become more automatic.

Loading Up on Food, Tamping Down on the Anxiety

Loading Up on Food, Tamping Down on the Anxiety

There’s no magic finish line. But the good news is, copious amounts of Self-Love and Patience provide both change and necessary and very healthy coping tools.

 

 

There was major Joy in realizing the bullies and other toxic entities were WRONG about me!

There was major Joy in realizing the bullies and other toxic entities were WRONG about me!

 

 

Lunch Break

Inside my car

Parked in the far right corner of a lot

No one can see me

My ritual, not to escape, but to survive

The steam from the open bag bathes my senses

I grab. I bite. I repeat.

Chewing is a distraction from my desire

To devour.

My eyes fixed anywhere but on me….on the truth I cannot examine.

Excitement and comfort disappear with the last bite.

The bag gets crumpled and tossed.

I turn the ignition key over – sedated enough

To return to the sadness of my life.

Moving forward. One step at a time...

Moving forward. One step at a time…

 

 

 

 

Ode to the Illusion

Something to consider before that voice in your head wins the debate and convinces you that there is indeed solace to be found in a good old-fashioned round of trance-eating…

The Pillsbury Dough Boy never visited my kitchen

Never meandered onto the counter top to smile, while

Offering up his white, soft belly for a poke.

All I had was a can –

Slammed open for dough that oozed like a snake

Shoved in the oven for my Joy…my sanity

30 minutes later the oven is cold

And I am sticky, sluggish, and empty

The tattered container of cinnamon bun dough

Lies on the counter, uncoiled

Like a used grenade.

The after-effects of denial are undeniable

The after-effects of denial are undeniable