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Showing posts with label intuition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label intuition. Show all posts

Thursday, 17 April 2014

damaged antenna

last night i learned from D B-R, that we are born with the ability to be intuitive. we are naturally able to tell the good people from the bad people - meaning the people who make us feel good and the people who make us feel bad. 

but what happens when a child is told that their instinct is wrong, or crazy, or stupid? what happens when children are made to feel like their natural intuition is off? 

it teaches you to not trust yourself and your intuition. it teaches you that what you feel is wrong. 

imagine a child who cried every time she saw her cousin. cried so much that she threw up. and the response to that was for her parents to work on desensitizing her to seeing his face by putting photos of him in bedtime story books. 

imagine a child who cried every time she saw her cousin. cried so much that she threw up. and the response to that was for her parents to ask her questions about why, to never leave her alone with that cousin, and to be on red alert around him.  

which child do you think will grow up trusting themselves? trusting their intuition? trusting the people whose job it is to take care of them, to protect them, and to keep them safe?

a child whose intuition isn't trusted learns that she can't trust herself. 

that's me. 

i have a damaged antenna. i know perfectly well who is going to harm me, and yet i act as if i trust those people. 

up until the last few years, i would enact untrustworthy relationships repeatedly. 

i remember being 6 and cabbage patch kids were all the rage. people had swarmed stores and near-riots had broken out in december as people fought to buy cabbage patch kids for christmas. 

my dad managed to get me one on christmas eve. 

so there i was, 6 years old, at ballet class. my friends and i went downstairs with our cabbage patch kids and our moms were still upstairs. a man walked up to us and asked us about our dolls and asked if he could take one to show his friends in a restaurant. 

i handed over that doll. i was sure that i would never see it again. i was sure that he had stolen it forever. my damaged antenna told me that talking to a strange man was bad, but that i must be crazy so i talked to him. my intuition told me that he was stealing my doll, but my busted antenna told me that i was wrong about everything else, so i must be wrong about this too. 

in the end, the man did actually come back with the doll. but my mom was furious at me for talking to a stranger and for giving that stranger my doll to take into a restaurant. 

damaged antenna. 

about ten years ago i became friends with a woman whom i shall call Leanne. this was an odd friendship. my intuition told me that this friendship was never going to work. Leanne told me that if i ever crossed her she would hate me for life. but because i believed that my intuition was off, i stayed friends with Leanne and took her constant verbal abuse. this went on for 2 years, me thinking that this friendship was crappy, but convincing myself that i am always wrong, and staying her friend. 

it wasn't until i crossed her that the friendship ended. it was a little thing. i turned my back and spoke to someone that wasn't her in a staff meeting. seriously. i'm not kidding. that one act made her decide to hate me "for life." and we haven't spoken since. it's been 8 years. we still work together and she continues to ignore me as much as it is possible to do in a work setting. 

i look back on that friendship, and on many others that i had before that one ... and i think about my damaged antenna. 

so ask yourself this ... when you were a child, were you taught that your intuition was worth listening to? or were you taught to mistrust yourself?

my damaged antenna plays out in all areas of my life. it plays out in food and eating. i make a list of the foods that i can't eat, even though intuition tells me that deprivation will lead to a binge. which it does. which then leads to further deprivation of food altogether. 

i don't know my own cues for when i am hungry and when i am full, because i wasn't taught to believe myself or to believe what my mind and body tell me. 

can a damaged antenna be repaired? of course it can. through mindfulness. through trusting myself. through listening to myself. 




even after this terrible winter, the flowers come back. they know when to grow. they know when to lie dormant in the earth. i saw these flowers today on my walk and thought about intuition. 



how is your antenna?  


be kind to yourself, and listen to your intuition

xoxo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btbTj7DJ1yM ...

Monday, 13 January 2014

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMM




tonight i am processing my session with Nosy Nora. (my therapist. see post from January 12, 2014 to learn more about that)

*** NOTE: i will not, i repeat NOT be coming home and blogging about my therapy sessions on a regular basis. at least, not about the details. therapy is incredibly personal and vulnerable and intimate. it also isn't transferable through conversations or writing. this is an extremely unique situation. and i wont be sharing the specifics about what took place within the office.

today i brought a bag with me. a bag of weight loss and diet books. books that represent every failed attempt to CONTROL my eating. books that represent how the more i try to CONTROL the more powerless i feel. the more people try to help me, the more i feel controlled by someone else. 

it was a big bag of books. honestly. so many years of trying different diets and failing. 

why? 

because diets don't work. they just don't. we live in a world where food and emotion are inexorably tied together. and the idea that you can just CONTROL the amount of food you eat .... well that's just plain silly! 

if diets worked ... if diets truly were effective ... then we wouldn't have a multibillion dollar diet industry. if diets worked, then the diet industry would be out of business! 

i have been reading every word written by Geneen Roth.  and I highly recommend her life-changing books.



 (click here for her website and her books) i mention her because the ideas i am talking about come from her. 

i will never diet again. ever. 

many people weren't initially fans of this new plan of mine. but they aren't in this body. and they aren't in my head. and my head and my body are both a mess ... so it is time to try something totally different ...

imagine, if you will, all the rules that have been placed on me because of PCOS (click here for PCOS info on an empowering website) and because of fertility (see blog posts from the last few years). 

no sugar, no white flour, no rice, no juice, and only 2 fruits a day. 

now imagine that it's christmas and i am given some chocolate. and i'm given permission (from myself) to eat the christmas chocolate. 

one piece. 

Ya right. 

forbidden glorious chocolate. so I eat the one piece. and then another. and then another. and as the euphoria of the sweet melting chocolate hits, i am overcome by the fact that i can't eat chocolate. that it isn't allowed. so i eat every goddamn piece of chocolate that i was given. and then i seek out more. and i eat and eat and eat that chocolate because i won't be able to eat it again the next day because it is forbidden and because i am on a diet. 

then I bask in the temporary sugar high from eating all that chocolate .... for a few glorious moments life is just right ... 

then it hits me what i have done. i have eaten chocolate. i have consumed sugar. i have broken all the rules. i have fucked up. now I'll always be fat. i'll never be thin. and worst of all, i'll NEVER get pregnant. 

and why? 

because i ate chocolate. 

then the pain begins ... a stabbing in my shoulder blade ... and it slowly spreads to my rib cage ... then it feels like there is a vice grip crushing me. and the crushing gets tighter and tighter ... and there is nothing left to do except to make myself throw up. 

yes, blog audience, and dear friends, i make myself throw up. a lot. regularly. especially when i start to panic that i have fucked up my entire life by eating chocolate (or chips, or fries, or cake, or candy, or pizza)

.........

rewind ...

... let's imagine a different christmas. same me. same scenario. i have been given chocolate as a gift. only in THIS scenario there are no rules. there are compassionate and intuitive guidelines. specifically, eat what i want, WHATEVER my body WANTS, when i am hungry and then stop eating when i am satisfied. 

hang on, stop right there. TIME OUT!!!

trust myself? trust my body? you have GOT to be kidding me!!! 

(go read Roth's books or her blog or her website and all will become clear ... and in the meanwhile ...)

imagine me sitting there with a pile of chocolate in my stocking. and it's christmas. so i eat a piece of chocolate. and i am satisfied. and i put the rest away. why? because i have permission to listen to my body. because the chocolate will still be there later if i want it. because I AM IN CHARGE OF WHAT I EAT AND NO ONE ELSE HAS THE RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT I CAN OR CAN'T EAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so back to Nosy Nora and the giant bag of diet books ...

... today i brought in those books and she joined me in tearing them to pieces. 



i thought that it would feel different. i thought that DESTROYING those books and what they represent for me would feel freeing and be a relief and it wasn't ... Nosy Nora suggested that perhaps that feeling would come later. 

so SC and i decided to go out for dinner (thanks for the gift card ARD, love you!!)  and you know what? i ordered what i wanted, 



and i only ate the amount that i wanted.



and then, if you please, we ordered dessert. which i also didn't feel the need to finish. 



when we got home, SC and i went to the recycling bin and i threw out those ripped to shreds books ...



and then i looked at the bag, in the bin, with the rest of the useless thrown-out TRASH GARBAGE DISGUSTING UNNECESSARY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



THAT was when the relief came. THAT was when i felt free. (okay, okay, Nosy Nora, so you were right. again.)

sometimes in order to make change in our lives, we need a grand gesture: something to visually or physically represent what is going on emotionally. 

i needed to DESTROY the representations of my lack of control - not my lack of self-control, but my feeling of not being ALLOWED to make my own choices. because i WANT to be healthy, i WANT to feel good in my body, and goddammit, i WANT to get pregnant. 

but none of those things are going to happen if i am not the one running the show. 

I AM AN ADULT. I AM CAPABLE OF MAKING DECISIONS FOR MY LIFE. AND I AM CAPABLE OF MAKING GOOD DECISIONS FOR MY LIFE. AND IF I WANT TO EAT A FUCKING PIECE OF CAKE, I AM GOING TO EAT A FUCKING PIECE OF CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok ... rant is over ...

... in case you're curious, tomorrow's lunch is a giant salad made with organic veggies, chicken, and apple. NOT because i feel like i am supposed to, but because as delicious as the french fries were tonight, my body is TELLING me that i would like to eat veggies. and i can LISTEN to my body because the next time my body says it wants french fries, i can make the choice about whether or not i want to eat them. 

THAT is what it feels like to be free. 

THAT is what it feels like to breathe. 

THIS is what it feels like to be free. 

THIS is what it feels like to breathe. 

FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

xoxo

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