Monday, December 29, 2014

The Journey of a Weighted Soul

A three part personal story about emotional over eating. I'm hoping it helps.



                            I.
Wikipedia’s definition of eating disorder:
“Eating disorder
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Eating disorders are psychological illnesses defined by abnormal eating habits that may involve either insufficient or excessive food intake to the detriment of an individual's physical and mental health.”
           My definition of eating disorder:
Subconsciously programmed eating habits installed from the age of birth to around 5 years of age. These habits, (a need to self medicate due to spiritual emptiness) backed by emotional stimuli, are written in stone until consciously removed by the owner of said program and new habits, backed by emotional stimuli, are installed.

Thus my journey begins….

~ A History

We are born to 1. Observe 2. Learn and 3. Store. That is why speech is one of the last things to develop within our beginnings as humans. The rub of this fact is: we are doing all three with the mentality of new beings, with only our immediate family/care-givers as examples. As a baby born into a family from the south, where food means love, I was no different than a lot of little girls in my 1960s rural area.

This is the first in a three part “short story” of sorts so no super deep details about my family will be included with this writing at this time. But being the good human I am, after my birth I set myself to task with the beginning three... observe, learn and store: 1. Observing my fellow females in their interaction with the males of the household. 2. Learning from them how to react to certain stimuli (food is a great comfort when angry, unhappy, unloved, or just plain bored with the mundane day to day!) 3. I stored all this info away in that wonderful tool, ‘The Subconscious Mind’ allowing it to run in the background of my life… and so

~ I was turned loose on the world.

Actually I was turned loose within my community first. A community of people that was raised very closely to the way my brother and I were raised: turned loose to set in {{concrete}} my programming with such emotional stimuli as heartbreak and triumphs…. with fear and love amongst my peers. And now it’s how one interprets that “raise’n” that sets one apart.

Do not think for one minute that I blame my family for the events and the way things turned out in my life, I do not: pass the buck, cast blame or feel any bitterness toward anyone in my family or in my life circumstance past or present!

Somewhere inside of me I stored away my own personal interpretation of the statement: “You cannot be loved based on just being. You have to pay for love because it’s valuable and nothing of value is free!

Things that feel like love:
~Any type of food that tastes good, steak, ice cream, ham and cheese sandwiches, pies (all kinds), candy (most all kinds) I think I’ve covered all the food groups here…. Yeah I did.
~ Any type of substance that promotes “alternative awareness”, alcohol (most all kinds), shrooms, pot, cigarettes (two packs a day), crank (not crack I’m talking late 1980s here people), acid (didn’t care for it so that was a onetime thing) cocaine (cared for too much so that was a onetime thing…) ah and of course
~Any type of soda you could think of, coke, sprite, Dr. Pepper (personal favorite) etc etc…
~Any type of attention. Negative or positive for any reason what so ever.
~Any type of lying down reading, t.v. watching, sex (sex felt like love or sometimes I thought I could pay for love with sex). I didn’t know really. I was clueless or there was some sort of “learning disability” going on.
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But one owns the programs and the personal interpretations of those programs that are given and installed. This is true for all of us… it's the starting point or “0 point”. It’s the hero’s journey. To find your way to the light with as much love and humanity as you can muster is the task set before all of us.
So now you see I had the necessary items for a wonderful recipe of depression, misunderstanding and a lonely life…. a true departure from God. And now with a bit of fearful panic... the path back to the light must be set upon.

....To be continued.


Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Resisting Rest



     Inspiration comes in many forms … seems, so far, I only recognize that which smacks me upside the head like a rude bully on the playground. But hey that’s learning see? Pain is resistance to change and change is what it’s all about. There would be no pain if we (I) could learn to release and let go…. But no, permanent trenches can be seen dug into the earth, where at certain points in my past I was dragged kicking and screaming into the most innocent of lessons. And at the tender age of 49 one would think it would be understood already? Well, I have an awareness of the “letting go” concept and knowledge is power…. It looks good on paper doesn’t it?

     The business I had the good fortune at which to work for the past five and a half years closed its doors for good in mid October 2014. I’ve been and continue to be on what my friend has called a “sabbatical” until Jan. 2015 I will not punch a clock or work for anyone else but myself at this time. Needless to say the trenches that are being dug as I write this are getting pretty damn deep! Resisting rest is liken to its rowdy, drunken sister “resisting arrest” and it causes one to get pretty beat up by it all.  
     So now there is beauty found in a new and improved meditation practice.  There is new passion for research projects done properly and without hurry. And a peace found in small jobs around the house… satisfaction in a domestic task well done. While my resistance peels away layer by layer; the heels of my tired feet dig in less and less until all that is felt is gentle cool grass between my toes.
~ I could get use to this



Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Practice, practice practice

July 22nd, Tuesday where am I? 
     Ah yes, at home... am I at our local community theater making and fitting costumes as I have been doing for a while now? NOPE! I'm home!!!! Thank goodness. Our community production of "Little Mermaid" is in it's final prep stages and a dress rehearsal is going on right now. My 13 year old son is playing the role of 'Chef Louis' and is having fun looking forward to the end. He and I both won't know what to do with ourselves once this Sunday's last curtain call has come and gone. But for now we have four shows ahead of us and I've reworked Ariel's mermaid costume until it dances in my dreams at night. This little seamstress is petered out. Opening night is this Thursday. Let's rock.
I'll be back.
~ Ms. A