Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Walk of Shame

Come on in.  Sit for a spell.  Let me tell you about my week.

The scale actually moved this week.  6 pounds mind you.  I should be elated but alas I’m not.  It has been a long, exhausting week and an extremely reflective one.  The scale moved because I have been on an extremely soft foods diet due to oral surgery at the beginning of the week.  In addition to the oral surgery, I have been battling major fatigue that came on a couple of weeks ago.

After several visits to the doctor, I have some things I have to pay attention to.  I have a major Vitamin D deficiency, which I have mentioned, where my levels are at 14 and they like them to be at 50.  I also have high numbers on a blood condition called polycythemia, which is where your bone marrow does not produce a certain enzyme and the blood volumes become to thick.  My grandmother had this.  And, of course, the yearly bout with SAD.   Seasonal Affective Disorder.   What I DO see, is that these are all related, including the oral surgery part.  I have had these for a long time and just have NOT paid enough attention to my body.  Honestly, I really haven’t ever wanted to know about it.

I have been off work this week and I return on Monday.  I wish my doctor would have prescribed 12 weeks on a tropical island instead of the megadoses of Vitamin D.  But this week has been a blessing in disguise.  A vacation like one I would never plan. I took naps every day and spent time reading up on the inner workings of the body, and reading so many blogs that are filled with stories and triumphs and disappointments that I can relate to.  I said no to many things and just focused on taking care of me, what I needed, and asked for help.

The biggest revelation for me is finally admitting I have an addiction to food.  Using food to solve my emotions, whether that was deprivation or over indulgence.  Treating my emotions like they are a bad thing.  The black and white thinking that I grew up with.  There was nothing ever in between.  That black and white thinking has kept me in a walk of shame.  Being embarrassed by my upbringing, not being perfect, not feeling lovable, and actually not sharing things about myself, particularly the good things.  What the hell is that all about?

For way too many years to count, I looked for a label to help me feel like I fit in, that I belonged.  As I get older, those labels don’t work for me. I just want to be me.  Julie Kay in all her glory.  I am sick and tired of the weight and taking on other people’s  opinions as truth about who I am. I often based my accomplishments and sense of pride in what were other people’s accomplishments.  Mine had no tangible rewards as I saw it, so they were not as successful.    Mine were just actions of survival.

My body size keeps me in the shame.  It started as a protection mechanism as a small girl and the only thing I had any control or say so over. Food and the feeling that it gave me was the only comfort and solace I had.  I used food to nurture myself and hide.  I felt that if people only saw my weight then they would not get to know me and would also not expect too much from me.  It also became easy because I could blame the way that people treated me on my size.

This week I did not have any distractions to take me away from feeling.  I could not turn to food for comfort.  I could not busy myself with work or exercise or the constant go..go..go..  It was all about me and my feelings.  Now, I know what I need to do and what my goals for myself will be.   Instead of always trying to be the best or be the teacher, I am surrendering and I will become the student.  I will seek out help, love and nurturing in other ways besides food.  I will quit punishing myself for not being good enough and I will allow others to get to know me.  I will respect my body and my past so that I can create the future that I have long hoped for.

Today, is the end of the walk of shame for me.  That’s part of the makeover and it’s a huge part of the attitude I have been seeking.  It really doesn’t matter what the scale says, it is all about what I say to myself.  A big thank you to all of you that blog and share parts of you.  It does make a huge difference whether you know it or not!