Here’s a helpful exercise:
“Picture yourself when you were five.
In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror.”
“How would you treat her, love her, feed her?”
“How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings.”
“She’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time out.”
“From this day forward I want you to extend the same compassion to your adult self. “If not you, then who? If not now, then when?”
(from Kris Carr, Crazy Sexy Diet)
I read the above quote today. What a blessing, because I feel like dumpster crumbs. (see above photo.)
I want to run errands, get my chores done. I want to go to my nephews soccer game.
I want to go to the gym. (<—yeah. that’s real normal…)
I wanna go out and play!
But I can’t. I’m sick.
That’s it. Ends there.
Mommy Missy is putting my little five-year old self to bed.
This is how I’ll be spending my day. Because I said so.
Eating disorders are about annihilating the body, denying it, and mistreating it. We get so used to feeling sick all the time we forget what health feels like. We just keep pushing ourselves. So many times I have found myself at the gym with eye infections, pulled muscles, and nausea. I find it very difficult to “accept” that I am not feeling good and rest. I’d never treat a five year old that way. What’s up with that?
- Do you find it hard to “accept” that your sick or do you “press on.”