Honesty, Hypocrisy & Me
Posted by themiracleisaroundthecorner
I am a hypocrite.
Countless times, I have had the conversation with my children, the conversation that follows a mistake made by them, a bad decision, a poor judgment. The main point of the conversation is simple: a mistake has been made, crying and bemoaning the mistake only makes a bad situation worse. You can’t un-ring the bell. What you can do is learn from it, and do your best not to repeat it.
Countless times, I engaged in the behaviors associated with active addiction. At a certain point in time, I became consciously aware that my behavior was wrong on every level, but I repeated the mistake, time and again. I tried to correct the mistake, and fell down more times than I can count. In my heart of hearts, though, I had an unshakeable belief that there was a solution. For a long time, I was unclear on what that solution was, but deep in my heart I knew it was there. And, by the grace of God, it became clear to me just two short years ago, and I have thanked Him for it every day since that time.
Here is where the admission of hypocrisy begins. For the past two days, I have been soul-searching in a way I haven’t soul searched in a long time. It started innocently enough: my husband and I have planned a trip to celebrate a milestone birthday for him, and a milestone anniversary for us, both taking place this year. The trip is set for six weeks from now, and will take place on an island, something to anticipate, given the miles of snow I see outside my window currently. But of course this leads me to the conclusion that I need to get myself in gear, both in terms of diet and exercise, both disciplines that have been abandoned for quite some time now.
The simple “what can I do to improve myself in 6 weeks” has morphed into such an abyss of despair and hand-wringing anxiety, I knew I needed to write about it. For the first 24 hours, I was sure I would NOT write about it: nobody wants to hear me blather on yet again about jumping back into the healthy lifestyle ring, it is not original, or interesting, or relevant.
The feelings that rose within me as I attempted to complete the task with which I challenged myself, simply come up with a plan to improve my lifestyle in 6 weeks, the feelings were so similar to those I experienced in early recovery, that I figured I must flesh them out with my blogging friends.
At the heart of all those feeling, the single, most gut-wrenching emotion I experienced, was one of despair, and the voice of despair was so clear it was as if a person was standing alongside of me saying the words out loud,
“There is no way you will ever make this work. You have tried and failed at this endeavor your whole life; there is no hope to turn it around.”
I am sure many of you reading this will relate to those words, anyone familiar with addiction has felt the despair that comes with repeatedly trying and failing.
And it is in admitting this despair that I am also confessing my hypocrisy. I can (and have) preached to all those around me, that tomorrow is a new day, that it is not about how many times you fall that counts, but how many times you get back up, but in my heart I make an exception, and the exception is me, and healthy eating. I’ve done lots of great things in my life, have many accomplishments of which I am proud, and believe myself capable of almost anything I set my mind to… except this.
So I’m a hypocrite, because I simply don’t practice what I preach. I am a terminally unique individual when it comes to eating.
And I guess this is why I needed to write about it, because I am rolling my eyes even as I type those last lines.
This is why blogging about the garbage rolling around in the brain helps so much. Because, as God as my witness, I was crying earlier this very day, as I realized this is how I have been thinking.
So now that I’ve gotten the self-pity out of my system, and I have exposed my deepest fears to the light of day, I guess it’s time to take some action.
A wise person suggested to me that I treat this problem in a similar way that I did my recovery. In recovery, I made sure I did 4 things every day to count that day as a success. Four was an easy to do list, easy to remember, and easy with which to commit.
So for now, I am working on my daily 4 list as it relates to this form of recovery. I have identified the 4 food items that pose the greatest danger to me, and it is my goal to eliminate them. To do that, I am committing to simple daily actions, all designed to eliminate the addictive food items. There is still much work to be done, in terms of coming up with an eating routine that is healthy and sustainable, but for now I will consider this a great start, certainly leaps and bounds beyond anything I have done in recent memory.
The list is somewhat generic, and I have no doubt will need to be tweaked in the days that follow, but in writing about it, I am giving myself some accountability. I will work on it, daily, make the necessary adjustments, but I am clear on my one, ultimate goal: to reset my relationship with myself, to work towards creating a healthy mindset when it comes to treating my body. I’ve gotten the mind-altering substances out of my system, now it’s time to start putting something healthy and life-affirming back into it. It feels as daunting a task as making sobriety a reality, but at least I have some tools to help me:
- One Day at a Time
- Sharing the burden of my negative feelings
- Allowing others to help me
- And, most important,turning it over to a power greater than myself
Because, if He can get me sober, He can do anything!
I will let you know how it goes…
Having the courage to hit “publish” on this post
Posted on February 20, 2014, in Self-Care and tagged Addiction, Being honest with myself, courage to change, diet, Fitness, Food, Food Addiction, God, Health, Higher Power, Honesty, Hypocrisy, learning from mistakes, lifelong struggle, one day at a time, practice these principles in all our affairs, practice what you preach, Recovery, relationship with food, self-development, self-disclosure, trying and failing, Twelve-Step Program, we all have secrets. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.