Hey everyone
Pam, I'm rising, but do I have to shine?
Actually, I'm feeling quite a bit better this morning. I am trying to decide if I feel well enough to hit up Curves or not. I really wanted a WI for the week to see how the last 8 days added up.
Today is the start of Day 9! I'm feeling strong and assured of myself. Even made it through the struggle with DH all weekend long about "You've done so well this week. Why don't you let me bake you a cookie?" Once or twice I could have handled, but he kept at it even when I begged him to stop. MEN!!! I finally searched out an alternative dessert for us to make together, and since I hadn't eaten much at all for the day, it fit in just fine. Still, I didn't even want that dessert. I didn't have an appetite all day because of this stupid cold. All I wanted was for him to get off my back about "treating" myself.
I didn't want the treat, he did. He is frustrated and disappointed to lose his snack/treat buddy. I've been his best excuse for gaining weight ever since we started dating. None of his family believe I make good food choices and cook healthy meals for the family because they see the choices he makes and how much he has gained since we married. My honey has become the butt of many family jokes because of his protruding belly, and they all blame me for it. I don't force him to drink soda pop. I barely touch the stuff myself, and I never buy it for the house. I don't force him to snack on candy throughout the day. Again, I don't buy the stuff. I don't make him eat super-sized orders of french fries or extra scoops of ice cream. He is responsible for his own actions.
Yeah, I'm still pretty ticked at him.
And I'm angry at myself for caving in and making that dessert. Even though it was well within the bounds of my plan, I didn't want it. I did it to make him happy. Guess I'm seeing the edges of the next portion of my healing journey. I've worked so hard my whole life to make other people happy, and it was quite often to my own detriment. As an adult, I look back on some of the things I did to myself, and I actually cringe at the memories. I was a truly good daughter and student. I kept A grades, participated in many school activities, practiced 4 hours a day on my violin, worked a part-time job, and took care of 5 younger brothers and sisters because my mom was too sick to do it herself.
Reading back through that, I don't think there were enough hours in the day, but I did do it all. And I tortured myself through the whole time because I still wasn't good enough. I could be better. I could do more. Everyone wasn't happy, and it was my fault. My mother had cancer, and it was all my fault. The doctor told her it was probably because of all the stress in her life, and I took that to my own heart. My parents were disappointed in me because I wasn't the beautiful, thin daughter they thought I should be. It showed in everything, including nicknames. The sister nearest to me in age was called Angel cake while I was pound cake. Such a small thing, but it hurt. Still does.
Monday morning soul searching is coming to an end, have no fear. I do tend to work through a lot of stuff, getting it out of my head and releasing the pain while I'm in here. Releasing the pain doesn't do much for me unless I give myself an action, though. I think the direction to head on this one is to begin truly forgiving myself and accepting that my parents did the best they could with the information they had. Looking back, I can remember times when they tried to pull me back and let me know that I was doing enough. I chose to take their words of advice and twist them into a declaration that I wasn't good enough to try harder, to succeed.
My parents are good people who raised me well. They came from very difficult backgrounds, ones which didn't give them all the tools they needed, and they had to discover these things for themselves as time went on.
My husband also came from a difficult background that is hard for me to understand. He has been learning alongside me for quite some time now. I think a lot of my anger and frustration with him deals with the fact that he isn't willing to take this next step with me. He has to release his inner demons first, and I can't do that for him.
I am not responsible for anyone else's happiness but my own, but my actions do still impact others. You can lead a horse to water, right? I've got to do some more thinking on this. I've wandered all over the planet! Turns out I'm not so much mad at my husband as I am at myself and my inability to say no and believe it.
Better finish getting my food and myself ready for the day. Having a bit of trouble deciding if I should post this or not, but I think I will anyway.
Have a good one. Fresh week, fresh start! Each new breath you take in is a chance to start anew.
Andria