In my early thirties, it seemed like my life was one big crisis after another. I was newly remarried with small children. My eating was disordered and I was convinced that I had to take medication to keep myself together. One time, wanting some sympathy from my mom, I jokingly told her I felt like I was the family drama queen. Instead of sympathy, she blurted out, “You are the family drama queen!”
The realization that I did things to get attention was devastating. What others had seen in me for quite some time, I finally saw. For most of my adult life, I had staggered in and out of programs, religions and philosophies trying to fix myself. Now I realized that in the quest for a “cure,” I was making myself crazier.
That made me realize I wasn’t in this thing alone, that my behavior affected my family and friends. I didn’t want to be the family drama queen, I wanted to be the wise one, the stoic one, the lucky one, the happy one -anyone but the one you would roll your eyes at when she walked into the room.
I wasn’t sure what to do. And for a long time, I clung to the belief that things had to be exactly as I wanted them to be and that I had to be thin to be happy. But little by little, I began to be honest with myself. I realized that life could be good even if I wasn’t perfect.
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The further I get into this binge free journey, the more I appreciate my life and everything in it. Finding peace with food has taken so much stress out of my life that it makes me wonder what I could have accomplished if I had done this many years ago. But since I try not to ruminate about my past or base my value on accomplishments anymore, those thoughts are fleeting. Mostly I just enjoy the moments I am in and let my thoughts meander in and out of my brain.
If my thoughts are disrespectful to myself or someone else, or negative in some way, I let them come and go. By not worrying about them or chastising myself for having them, they will fade away. When I first began this change, I used to purposely replace negative thoughts with positive thoughts -and every now and then I still do this. But mostly I just let the thoughts be what they are, and my mind will flow in a positive direction.
Being content and happy is a good thing but it can lead to something not so good -pride. And I don’t mean the healthy kind of pride in ourselves that helps us feel confident, I mean the kind of pride that makes us think we are better than someone else -also known as vanity.
Vanity has a way of seeping into our brains and propping us up with lies about our significance. It validates our worthiness by pointing out the faults of others. So, when I find myself thinking how great I am because I ate well today, or having thoughts that I must be better off than someone who struggles with food, I have to stop and check myself. I am the same value whether I have an eating disorder or eat the perfect diet, whether I am thin or fat or in between. And this is the same for everyone.
So, I find myself feeling good about where I am today compared to my past. It could be called pride, but it is more a feeling of relief. I didn’t work to get where I am as much as I just allowed myself to be. I now allow myself to be content no matter what I am feeling. This means giving myself the luxury of wasting time, being wrong, or being selfish or boring – all things I used to try very hard not to be.
In accepting my feelings and unshackling myself from guilt, I have become more compassionate to others and more productive when I worried about these things. This is still not to say that anyone else’s journey will begin or end like mine. Or that my way is the only way or even he best way to change.
It was the best way for me because I truly believed it was. I could have taken a different road, but chose this path. Just as you will choose your path and you will know it is the right one.
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If you are new to my blog, you can read about how I began this journey and the steps I took to make it happen.
