At our Thursday TOPS meetings we draw a Pledge for the coming week. It’s usually something healthy and weight-related we’re called to do every day—a reminder to keep proper nutrition and management at the front of our minds. The penalty for not fulfilling the Pledge is a dime. Not a huge deterrent, just a nudge.
This current bout of depression started its dive two weeks ago. On my way down I jettisoned any semblance of control as the darkness took over my eating. I bought what was cheap and could numb the pain. I included fruit and vegetables, but that was like throwing a life-preserver to someone bitten in half by a shark.
The illness and the distorted thinking twisted me in knots of self-loathing. I felt hideous inside and out. It was intolerable.
So, when I weighed in today I knew what the scale would say. I tried to remember that it was just a number, not an indictment.
In the meeting we talked about our goals and vision, why we continued to attend the meetings, and what we wanted. I felt defeated and helpless against the constant cycle of compulsive eating, shame, and celery. I hated myself.
Then, one of the women drew out our Pledge for the coming week. “Every day, tell yourself you are worth the struggle.”
There were so many ways my twisted brain wanted to argue with that statement. But I just took a deep breath, came home, ate too much, then sat down at my work table.
The only positive voice in my head—when there is one—is baritone and British. I thought I might just listen to that affirmation if I could imagine it in the Voice. So I made a piece to stick on my bathroom mirror where I would be sure to see it every day. Many times every day.
When I read these words, I know they’re not just about obesity and compulsion. They’re about poverty, madness, and loneliness. They’re about getting up after falling on the ice for the umpteenth time. They’re about laughing when it would be much easier to cry. They’re about taking a deep breath and looking up at the stars instead of keeping my head down in the cold. They’re about Remembering who I am.
And if I need to hear these words in a British accent to believe them, then so be it. We do whatever works.
SandySue Altered
A Mind Divided 
Feb 27, 2014 @ 19:00:02
Hugs! 😀
Feb 27, 2014 @ 20:57:15
Ah, there’s the Avatar that perks me up. Where is Richard anyway? After the Pinter/Proust performance, I haven’t seen any news or pictures. I’m having withdrawal—thus the B-team (Benedict).
Feb 27, 2014 @ 21:36:50
Well, I wasn’t going to mention B.! ;). Mr. A. just won an award as the favorite British actor by AnglophiliaTV. He picked up his award today at the British Embassy in L.A., no less! Onward and upward! 😀
Feb 28, 2014 @ 05:13:17
That’s got to be in Pinterest somewhere. I’ll go trolling. Thanks, Marie!
Feb 27, 2014 @ 19:15:17
Whatever it takes!
Feb 27, 2014 @ 21:22:33
Yes, he has been invisible hasn’t he but he is out there. No photos of him recording Hamlet.
Feb 28, 2014 @ 05:10:55
Oo! Recording as in audio?
Feb 28, 2014 @ 13:21:05
a Hamlet audiobook!
Feb 27, 2014 @ 21:50:25
My dear, you are so worth the struggle.
Feb 28, 2014 @ 05:13:50
You are Kindness, my friend.
Feb 28, 2014 @ 07:53:15
Oh dear, that man scares me! I can not watch him on TV…I feel I am missing something good.
Feb 28, 2014 @ 12:18:09
I know he is unusual-looking and not everyone’s “cup of tea.” That’s okay. As long as his face doesn’t scare you away from me.
Mar 01, 2014 @ 13:03:32
Perhaps I will be BRAVE and watch him on TV, just for you x
Mar 01, 2014 @ 16:16:08
Don’t scare yourself on my account! Pick someone else that makes you feel safe and cozy!
Feb 28, 2014 @ 08:05:56
And you are, Sandy. Pip, pip and cheerio!
Feb 28, 2014 @ 12:16:59
Rawtha, dahling!
Feb 28, 2014 @ 08:59:06
So many of us struggle in the same ways and I appreciate reading how you deal with it. Thanks so much for all you do.
Feb 28, 2014 @ 12:16:31
Thanks, Dee, for your kindness and support.
Mar 01, 2014 @ 10:32:29
You touch us all with your depth of writing, about the same things many of us deal with in the struggle of life. That is why your life… your writing… your presence in the here and now is so important. You connect with so many people who understand those same struggles… and you offer words of encouragement and hope. Even if it is just you muddling through it for yourself when you write, you offer us your candid thoughts, insight and hope for the next twinkle of something good around the corner. You are worth the struggle and you do make a difference, my beautiful friend!
Mar 01, 2014 @ 16:18:23
Thank you for this, Lori. It sometimes feels very lonely in my head, and I can’t imagine that anyone else could be in this much distress. I forget how wrong that is. And thank you, too, for that other gift.