Quote of the day:
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep. Carl Sandburg
About a week ago in the late afternoon, I was standing in my kitchen wondering what to eat with my tea. Should it be a banana, slice of bread and cheese, small bowl of cereal, bunch of grapes, yogurt ... the list seemed endless, and I could not make up my mind. What did I feel like eating? Was I even physically hungry at that moment? Just as I stood there by the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil for my tea, I said to myself: "I have such a love-hate relationship with food." And then, just as soon as I spoke the words out loud, I realized:
"Not with food. With myself."
For a moment I felt like I had just stopped myself in my tracks. "An epiphany!"I exclaimed out loud. So now what was I going to do with this revelation? I made the cup of tea forgetting about wanting anything to snack on with it, and ran, as fast as a 70-year-old woman can, upstairs to my study. Once there I rummaged through a pile of notebooks that lay waiting for me to someday use as a journal. I pulled out a small red leather bound diary that I had bought several years before at the time thinking it would serve well as a vehicle for stray thoughts or feelings that needed processing. This would do, I thought. Now I can journal about what makes me spiral down into self-loathing, or when I am feeling good about myself. After all, any food diet (or anti-food diet) I had done in the past always required me to log the calorie intake every day.
So, why not journal about my feelings instead?
That way I might uncover how the love/hate relationship with my Self might be connected to how I experience hunger. For example, I remembered that I once blogged about hunger being directly connected to being angry. So, in fact, for some time now, I have been thinking of the emotional connection with eating. And yet, this "epiphany" last week felt different. Perhaps because lately I have more courage to confront my feelings than I had in the past.
I understand that I feel uncomfortable when I experience feelings that as a child I was taught were bad.
These lessons run deep.
But, still, they are from the past and are ancient messages that I no longer need for my survival, now that I am an adult. I am willing to face them head on and shove them aside as the old bags of garbage they are! No more time to schlep them around with me any longer. So, am looking forward to sharing this process with my little red leather-bound diary, or friendly blog o'mine, Mining Nuggets.
Just another layer to uncover ...
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