Blonde Logic
Yes. You can.
Well, I am starting my LL journey in a few weeks, on the 8th of January, and thought it is time to start putting down my thoughts, hopes, successes, dissappointments, etc. as I embark on what has got to be my last journey to lose this horrible shell I have been trapped in for far too long. It is time to live again. It feels a bit odd to be bearing my soul to a forum of faceless people - but people who I hope over time will become faceless people I will call my friends. I ask myself, 'would anyone really even be interested in reading your ramblings?' But it will be therapuetic I think, for me to do it. But I must confess - it is quite scary posting this none the less.
I must warn - I can go on. And on. And I can become very sentimental, emotional, sometimes even gushy. Once upon a time, I would offer to readers in a forum such as this a cookie if they made it to the end of my posts. In this case, I will offer a nice refreshing glass of water.
As my ticker indicates, I am attending my first session of Lighter Life on 7-1-08. And for the first time last night, I felt a fire in my chest. Desire. Desire to change. Forever. Once and for all. I know it is going to be one hell of a journey. One which both exhilerhates and terrifies me.
The exhileration comes from knowing, if I succeed, I will be lighter. In body and in spirit. And I am so very tired of being heavy in both areas. I have been trapped in guilt and grief for the past 14 years. And I have had an underlying sadness, if I am honest, most of life. While at the same time, being outwardly happy. Its very hard for me to understand myself....a bit of a kunundrum here. When I am active, and around others, I am happy, bright and cheerful. But there is always an underlying sadness. I have a few ideas where this may stem from. And I am sure I will address these issues on my journey. I must address why I do certain things - like why do I express my love in my art, in my creativity, but lack the ability to show the same deep feelings on a personal level - face to face. Why I feel unworthy, that my love will be unwanted. Is that why I use canvas, clay, - they won't show me the look of revulsion I expect-yet never get?
Man oh man - this is going to be one emotinal ride. That I know for sure.
What scares me about this, is the obvious previous attempts and failures. And severing the tie for months with the one thing I could always count on: Food. I could count on it for comfort. For company. For sport. For Joy. For sadness. For love. For loneliness. For anger. For punishment. For biting of my nose to spite my blumin face. For excuses. For isolation and protection. For all the BS one can imagine. It is my drug. And I am an addict. And I am scared.
I miss my family. I have been away 7 years, and while I see them once a year, this is the seventh Christmas I have not spent with my mother, brothers, friends. I have not told any of them what I am embarking on. I am not sure why. Is it to come home next year, half my size to surprise and delight? Or is it because I do not want to imagine them thinking to themselves, 'here she goes again...'?
Christmas makes me feel quite sad, as I lost my dearest friend 14 years ago at Christmas time. My Dad. And not a day has passed that is has gotten easier as so many people promised me all those years ago. I have only become a master at hiding the pain I feel each day and have resigned to the fact that part of me died in 1993 too. After 14 years, I cannot change the way I feel.....but I can change the way I deal.
Now I must face the things that I carry the guilt around for. I was never one to carry guilt - I have surprisingly become quite adept at it. Which is just an added weight to carry around. One would think I had enough of that already. I am not guilty for things unsaid. But maybe I feel this overwhelming guilt for letting myself and others down. For leaving my first husband - who ironically played a very significant role in my becoming who and what I am today? And whose deception caused me to make life changing decisions, which are irreversible and have caused great heartache. It surely is unhealthy to feel guilt when some would say he should feel guilty. Maybe he does. Maybe not. But that won't help me one way or another. Am I guilty for the two babies I lost so long ago? Or does that go in the grief section? It all gets very confusing. But the one thing that is clear - is I do punish myself. And in doing so, I punish others, mainly my husband. I am only half a person, so he loses out on a complete wife. I am lucky that he knows I am in there, that he has faith in me, and that he loves ME - no matter what. So I do this for me. And no one else.
I know the source of guilt for certain in one area of my life, and that is moving so far from my mother, at this late stage in her life. She turns 90 in May, and I am 6000 miles away - and I am terrified something will happen to her before I get back. Asd this too weighs on me daily. Maybe it is more fear then guilt - I know she only wants me to be happy - but I know she misses me terribly, and longs for me to return.
So many things to finally address rathar then squelch with food.
What I hope to find on this journey is the young woman that I one day decided was not worthy of love, whom I buried under this armour of fat. I believe I may have caught a very very brief glimpse of her looking back at me in the mirror a few days ago. Only a flash - but enough to let me know she is still in there. She must be as brave as I must. It is scary for both of us. She's been away a long long time.
That's enough for now.
I must warn - I can go on. And on. And I can become very sentimental, emotional, sometimes even gushy. Once upon a time, I would offer to readers in a forum such as this a cookie if they made it to the end of my posts. In this case, I will offer a nice refreshing glass of water.
As my ticker indicates, I am attending my first session of Lighter Life on 7-1-08. And for the first time last night, I felt a fire in my chest. Desire. Desire to change. Forever. Once and for all. I know it is going to be one hell of a journey. One which both exhilerhates and terrifies me.
The exhileration comes from knowing, if I succeed, I will be lighter. In body and in spirit. And I am so very tired of being heavy in both areas. I have been trapped in guilt and grief for the past 14 years. And I have had an underlying sadness, if I am honest, most of life. While at the same time, being outwardly happy. Its very hard for me to understand myself....a bit of a kunundrum here. When I am active, and around others, I am happy, bright and cheerful. But there is always an underlying sadness. I have a few ideas where this may stem from. And I am sure I will address these issues on my journey. I must address why I do certain things - like why do I express my love in my art, in my creativity, but lack the ability to show the same deep feelings on a personal level - face to face. Why I feel unworthy, that my love will be unwanted. Is that why I use canvas, clay, - they won't show me the look of revulsion I expect-yet never get?
Man oh man - this is going to be one emotinal ride. That I know for sure.
What scares me about this, is the obvious previous attempts and failures. And severing the tie for months with the one thing I could always count on: Food. I could count on it for comfort. For company. For sport. For Joy. For sadness. For love. For loneliness. For anger. For punishment. For biting of my nose to spite my blumin face. For excuses. For isolation and protection. For all the BS one can imagine. It is my drug. And I am an addict. And I am scared.
I miss my family. I have been away 7 years, and while I see them once a year, this is the seventh Christmas I have not spent with my mother, brothers, friends. I have not told any of them what I am embarking on. I am not sure why. Is it to come home next year, half my size to surprise and delight? Or is it because I do not want to imagine them thinking to themselves, 'here she goes again...'?
Christmas makes me feel quite sad, as I lost my dearest friend 14 years ago at Christmas time. My Dad. And not a day has passed that is has gotten easier as so many people promised me all those years ago. I have only become a master at hiding the pain I feel each day and have resigned to the fact that part of me died in 1993 too. After 14 years, I cannot change the way I feel.....but I can change the way I deal.
Now I must face the things that I carry the guilt around for. I was never one to carry guilt - I have surprisingly become quite adept at it. Which is just an added weight to carry around. One would think I had enough of that already. I am not guilty for things unsaid. But maybe I feel this overwhelming guilt for letting myself and others down. For leaving my first husband - who ironically played a very significant role in my becoming who and what I am today? And whose deception caused me to make life changing decisions, which are irreversible and have caused great heartache. It surely is unhealthy to feel guilt when some would say he should feel guilty. Maybe he does. Maybe not. But that won't help me one way or another. Am I guilty for the two babies I lost so long ago? Or does that go in the grief section? It all gets very confusing. But the one thing that is clear - is I do punish myself. And in doing so, I punish others, mainly my husband. I am only half a person, so he loses out on a complete wife. I am lucky that he knows I am in there, that he has faith in me, and that he loves ME - no matter what. So I do this for me. And no one else.
I know the source of guilt for certain in one area of my life, and that is moving so far from my mother, at this late stage in her life. She turns 90 in May, and I am 6000 miles away - and I am terrified something will happen to her before I get back. Asd this too weighs on me daily. Maybe it is more fear then guilt - I know she only wants me to be happy - but I know she misses me terribly, and longs for me to return.
So many things to finally address rathar then squelch with food.
What I hope to find on this journey is the young woman that I one day decided was not worthy of love, whom I buried under this armour of fat. I believe I may have caught a very very brief glimpse of her looking back at me in the mirror a few days ago. Only a flash - but enough to let me know she is still in there. She must be as brave as I must. It is scary for both of us. She's been away a long long time.
That's enough for now.
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