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Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The Fear of "Being Found Out"

"One of our greatest fears is the fear of being found out. It's why we spend so much time posturing and pretending to be someone we're not. We spend so much time trying to cover the mistakes of our past that we truly don't even know who we are anymore. While we fear being found out, we simultaneously long to be fully known and fully loved. But here's the problem: you can only be loved to the extent that you are known." -Pete Wilson

Isn't that a great quote? My biggest fears aren't tangible. While I had rather not have a snake or a mouse cross my path, I'm not "scared" of them. Heights, deep water, darkness, zombies, vampires, big foot... ....meh. I can do with or without. What I am afraid of is people "finding out" what I dub "the real me." My binge habits, the messiness and the clutter in my house that pair themselves with one of my binges. Or the fact that sometimes when I'm really depressed and lazy I just slide my porch door open and let Ziggy "go" out there instead of giving him the attention and the exercise he deserves with a walk.

Andy Stanley says that the "reason we fear the consequences of confession is because we've yet to realize the consequences of concealment."

I am fearful of someone walking in my house and seeing my dishes piled up or the clutter all over the place. I'm normally a VERY neat and organized person... unless I've gone on a binger. I have not dealt with the "consequences of concealment" because I just simply don't let people in my house during these times. I am able to hide it. I conceal it. Therefore, I am afraid of what will happen if I confess these habits to someone. What will they think? Will I become nasty to them? Will they treat me like I deserve to be on an episode of hoarders or something?

If we are hiding our bad habits from the people who love us, we are not letting them love the whole us. Their love stops at that point where we close the door on them. For me, the love and support of my friends and family is my biggest support system. How can I expect them to do their job as cheerleaders if they don't see the whole picture? I'm not saying that you should leave your house in a rat-infested wreck just to "admit" it to someone, but confessing that you are hiding things is the first step towards letting someone in to a part of you that has been quarantined and cut off for a very long time. Do you eat while your spouse is sleeping? Do you sneak off and get fast food when someone thinks you're running errands? Do you eat the leftovers off of your family's plates while you're cleaning up? Do you stash candy away for future cravings?

Stop hiding. Face your fears head on and let them go away.

Here's an example of a fear I overcame: I don't know why, but all of a sudden in college I started getting extremely nervous when I had to stand in front of the class and give presentations and speeches (hard to believe, I know).  I had spoken and performed in front of people my entire life and I loved being on center stage! I've played my cello in front of hundreds of people hundreds of times and loved each time. I remember the day that fear got the best of me--- it was in my first marketing class. I don't remember what the speech was, but I was soooo nervous. I shook, my voice was shaky, I stumbled over my words... I was a hot mess. I could not for the life of me figure out why I was so nervous. Since I knew that I was going to be entering a career where I had to present myself in front of a lot of people, I wasn't having it. For the rest of college I volunteered to be the speaker for every group project, I spoke at my sorority meetings, I did anything I could do to help me overcome this fear that just came out of no where. It was very scary the first several times after that marketing speech. I was afraid the night before, the morning of, and during. Even afterwards I was still rattled. But I kept doing it until that fear was gone. I was STILL SPEAKING while I was afraid. I grasped fear and fought it. Now I give a presentation every single day at work and I love it!

I could not have overcome my fear of speaking in public had I not thrown myself in the ring and fought it. I would still be scared to this day.

Think about something you are afraid of. What have you done to fight that fear? The fear that's associated with our food addiction, binge eating disorder, unhealthy habits, etc... is the only thing keeping us from overcoming. If we are afraid of what lies on the other side, why in the world would we want to cross the bridge that takes us there? Who knows what waits for us! But isn't it better to try crossing the bridge and taking a look, than to stand there wondering for the rest of our lives? Think about how much time you've already wasted wondering how much better your life might be if you finally lost the weight you've been carrying around for 10 years? I mean, if you absolutely hated being thinner and healthier, you could always just go back to your fatter and more miserable self, right?

I am afraid of what I will do when I give up my habits. If I never binge again, what will I look forward to? I enjoy sitting my ass on my couch watching tv with a big bowl of cheesy pasta by myself.
Wait a minute, that sounds horrible when I say that out loud. "Sitting on my ass watching tv with a big bowl of cheesy pasta...by myself." Ugh. If someone gave me 3 choices of how I could spend my afternoon and that was one of them I would laugh.
Point being: How can I be afraid of losing something that I don't even really  want to be doing in the first place?

Isn't losing weight just one big session of overcoming fears? Trying new food, doing new exercises, eating less, eating more, drinking less, drinking more water, finding accountability...These are all things that seem scary at first. But just like my fear of speaking- I am willing to face the fear of losing weight head on. I'm tired of wondering how wonderful my life could be if I finally crossed the bridge. No more hiding behind my fear.






Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Writing the Wrongs

I learned so much from Lisette Cifaldi's Food Addiction Recovery Workshop at Hilton Head Health this weekend, it is hard for me to know where to begin. I have several wonderful posts coming your way, but I will start with this letter that I wrote to my body. I am feeling really good about my future in this journey and I think that I have a whole new set of knowledge that you will benefit from. I encourage you to take a few moments to write a letter to yourself as well. You might be surprised at the words that appear.

Dear Body of Mine,

         First of all, thank you for putting up with everything I've put you through. I don't deserve to still be in such great health. You clearly love me way more than I love you. I continue to abuse you over and over again, but you are still there for me- standing tall. I never thought that I would be the abusive partner in a relationship; I've always considered myself a pretty loving and caring person. I have not loved you. I haven't given you the 5-star treatment  you deserve. I have called you horrible names. I have made fun of the ugly scars that I have given you (stretch marks).
          I want to change our relationship. I want to be healthy. Please forgive me for the repeated abuse I have inflicted on you. You don't deserve it. This is a new me and you. While I can't undo the physical damage I have riddled you with, I CAN release the heavy layers I've laid between us. All I ask is that you continue to bless me with your wonderful gift of life until we reach our goals. 

Love,
Lori

I mean honestly, if I spoke to my friends the way I spoke to myself and my body I would have NO friends left. No one would stick around with the way I treat myself! 

There are so many things that I am capable of doing that I don't give my body proper credit for:

-Triathlons and 5ks
-Running, hiking, kayaking, etc...
-Crossfit
-LIVING
-Smiling
-Writing
-Cooking
-Reading
-Walking
-Tennis
-Cello

I am so grateful that I am STILL able to do so many of my favorite things! After the DECADE of abuse I have put my body through, I really don't think that I deserve to still be able to do so many wonderful active things.I am so thankful that I still have my health today. Tomorrow? I will wake up and I will still be obese, and at risk for diabetes and heart disease. But I cannot continue to let myself think like that. For me to overcome this, I HAVE to "write the wrongs" and make things right. A negative body image will ONLY make things worse. 

Instead of focusing on everything I hate about my body, I need to focus on the things I love. We were supposed to come up with 5 things, but I can only come up with 3 for right now. I am working on this. Eventually I will fall in love with my body all over again and I will have hundreds of things I love!

-My quads (that's right- I love my killer quads)
-I love that I am strong
-My smile

Positive body image will happen over time and it is not something I can just "fake it until I make it." If I am feeling disgusted by the way I look, I can't fake liking it. I have actually cancelled plans because I simply did not like how I looked in anything I tried on. 
I HATE feeling great about the way I look and then seeing a picture of me later. It crushes any positive vibes I have going. Which... makes me eat.

It will take some time for me to right all the wrongs I have created, but for the meantime I can look at them head on and "Write the Wrongs."

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

I'm Still Here

Yesterday I wrote this post on my facebook page:

"I know I haven't written a post in a while. I'm still here. I've been dealing with a lot of stuff. One is my admittance of an addiction to food. As I struggle to come to terms with it, I find myself retracting from the world. This is this one thing I've been avoiding. I can make myself run marathons, or eat on a strict healthy regimen, but it all falls down when the addiction runs at me full force. I'm still here. I'm still with you. Every obstacle, every achievement, every confusing moment... I'm still here."

This post got more response than anything I've ever posted. No, it doesn't have 8,000 likes, or a bazillion comments, but I was slammed with private messages, phone calls, and texts.  

This is why I blog. Even though I've been a real shit lately and haven't blogged in a month, I AM still here. I am struggling just like you are. But from now on, I promise not to run away anymore. I have FINALLY come to terms with the real reason why losing weight is taking way longer than I should. 

I am addicted to food. 

There. I said it.

Food is my crack. I have written these words before, but I don't think I've ever actually meant them. 

A girl I BARELY know sent me a link to Overeaters Anonymous recently. I have been terrified ever since then. Even though people have suggested I join in the past, they were people who know me very well.

 I honestly feel like a meth head right now. 

This girl. This girl who really doesn't know anything about me saw through my walls.

 A meth addict can cover up their addiction for a long time. But then their teeth start to rot. 

The signs of addiction WILL eventually start to show. No matter what your drug is. If you're an alcoholic, you will eventually develop a beer gut, liver damage, visible popped blood vessels....

Here's how food addiction works: the motivation is always there, but why are the pounds?

This girl saw my addiction plain and clear. She didn't need to know me very well. I've hidden the symptoms as long as I can. They're showing. I've let my addiction control me for too long.

I got this facebook message in response to my post:

"Kicking food addiction may be harder than kicking heroin like I did. Your body needs much less heroin than food to survive. It will kill you just as fast though. You can do it if I did."

Whoa. This is some real-life shit, folks.This message made my heart stop. I really don't think my heart was beating for several seconds. I had to snap out of it and force myself to focus. My first thought was: I'm still here. After everything I have put my body through: I'm still here. I can and will overcome this addiction.

I love to exercise. I love to eat healthy food. I love EVERYTHING about a healthy lifestyle. But that means NOTHING when I give in to food. 

You know that Passenger song "Let Her Go?" No? Listen: 


This phrase: "Only know you've been high when you're feeling low."

Hits the spot. I've been feeling very low lately . Well, you can only get really low if you've been really high. 

I have been using food as my high for far too long. But here's the thing: How? Why?

When I use food as a drug, what feeling does it give me? I don't FEEL any better when I'm cramming pizza in my mouth. At least when I'm out drinking I get a buzz. That feels good at the time. The only similarity between drinking and eating is that I want more once I start. One shot? Yep, I'll take another. One slice a pizza? Hell yeah, I'll have two. It's like nothing will satisfy me. But I don't FEEL good when I'm binging. Drinking makes me giggly and happy. Smoking pot is relaxing. Binging is painful.

While drinking, you know you're going to be hungover in the morning, but you've already reached the level where it doesn't matter. You're having too much fun! It will be worth it! Pour another beer! What makes someone addicted to food when there are all these other drugs that actually give you a "high" feeling? Coke? Pot? Heroin? Why food? I had access to all these drugs in college. I chose to get high on food. Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not saying I wish I was a pothead. Why food?

I have an EXTREMELY addictive personality. When I want something, I go after it and I WILL get it. I'm a go-getter and an overachiever. I have to be the best of the best of the best. The only problem is that I also get bored easily. Once I reach a certain level of achievement, I'm over it. 

I am scared to say this because I don't know if it's just "Motivated Lori" talking, or the "Real Lori"... but I think I am over my food addiction. Real Lori has issues. And she can be easily persuaded by "Crack Lori." Real Lori likes to stay in hiding until one of the other Loris acts out.

Even though I haven't been blogging lately, Motivated Lori has been kicking Crack Lori's ass. She left me this note when I got home from work so I wouldn't binge:


Motivated Lori has Lost 5 more pounds, and hasn't ordered pizza in months. 

Crack Lori? Well that bitch has been hitting the snooze button and skipping out on the gym. 

Well, like the proverbial angel and devil on each shoulder, I know good will eventually prevail. I just hope that Crack Lori doesn't take the real Lori down with her when she gets shoved off my shoulder. Motivated Lori can't do all the work. I need my whole self. The good and the bad. But I need the real Lori to balance everything out and do the damn thing!