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Friday, September 11, 2020

Action

 Well, I said it came down to taking action. So here we go... 

Each night I will review my previous day and begin planning my coming day. And each morning I will plan out my day fully. I've created a spreadsheet for this which will keep track of part of the data, and I'll use good old fashioned paper and pen for the other half. 

This morning I journaled this: 


WIN: I made the decision yesterday to start writing, planning, goal setting, and today I'm already taking action. 

GOALS: Reach 111 lbs with visible abs. Make my next trips social rather than solo. Be valuable by creating personal content and connecting genuinely to others. 

WHY: I've discovered my own Hell Loop (see yesterdays blog post titled Hell), and that I need love, friends, creativity, to get out of it. 

DOMINO: Eating to live NOT living to eat. Eating at a calorie deficit. 

TASKS: Morning routine (tea, journal, pilates, meditate, walk, shower, beauty). Leave my apartment by car (to the tree, the beach, downtown, Costco). Begin editing footage for next YT video. Eat at a calorie deficit (1000-1400 cals) - so track calories. Pack for trip to Shaile's tomorrow. 


And my spreadsheet detailed out the minutia of my tasks. But at the bottom of my spreadsheet I also added my monthly MTOs (Minimum, Target, Outrageous) so I can have measurable for my goals. 



Minimum

Target

Outrageous

INCOME(month)

$2400

$2800

$5000

STEPS(day)

10000

11000

15000

YT VIDEOS

1/month

2/month

1/week

COMMENTS

30 min/day

1 hr/day

3 hr/day

PILATES

1 day/week

5 days/week

7 days/week



So, what did I complete today? Did I wallow in anxiety? Did I complete every single thing? Neither! 

I completed my morning routine flawlessly (although maybe taking a bit more time than needed). I walked the neighborhood, did pilates, drank green tea, journaled, shaved, showered, put on make up, and carefully chose my outfit. 

Feeling pretty damn good, I then packed a drink and got in my car. I set the destination for the Angel Oak Tree on Johns Island. 


Afterward, I drove past a gorgeous and ancient cemetery and church. 


Finally, I stopped in Costco, made a return, walked around and talked to my sister on the phone, all while collecting compliments from other shoppers and employees. 

Just as I arrived home, it began to pour down rain. So I ate some food, watched some Lucifer, and worked on my video footage. I even had a thrilling conversation with my favourite person in the world! You know those people that quicken your pulse and make your thoughts race?

After a walk this evening, I packed my bag to drive to Atlanta for tomorrow night. 

No, I did not do EVERYTHING on my list. I didn't meditate, count calories, drive downtown, or go to the beach. But I did most of it, and I felt wonderful having a plan. I felt some anxiety throughout the day, but still had quite the adventure. I'm living my life. 1 day, 1 action, 1 step at a time now. This is HUGE progress from the past week, don't you agree?

Thursday, September 10, 2020

Hell

 If hell is a loop, one that we've created ourselves based on our own guilt, then I just saw my loop for what it is. I am living it. 


Let's say that if you go to Hell when you die, you revisit the worst moment in your life, the one you can't let go of, the one you feel most guilty about. Then you live it, over and over, for all eternity. And technically you could escape if you forgave yourself or let it go, but with each repeat through the loop, your immersion only increases your pain and guilt. So then how would one escape? 


I'm sitting here in this pile of blankets and pillows, curled up around my computer and my laptop, and surrounded by dirty dishes, crumbs, and empty bottles. Each day follows the same trajectory, and it doesn't matter which state or country I'm in. It doesn't matter if I'm alone or with friends and family. My loop continues to run. 


I set expectations for my life, my day, I set goals and ambitions. I take action towards it, and then I always crumble. I turn to food. I turn to tearing apart my own flesh. I fail. And then I'm full. But I still don't stop. Until I'm sickened and hideous. Mentally and physically. And then I wake up and do it all again. I keep running from it, but you can't run from yourself. And the more I try, it becomes my own self-fulfilling prophecy. 


I am in my own Hell loop. And it is my own. I recreate it every single day. There's no one else to blame. Not the Devil, not God, not you, not anything or anyone. I take full responsibility. 


Extreme Ownership. This word used to have such a positive connotation, yet now it feels like a trap. That's impossible though, an oxymoron. Trapped in extreme ownership. Ha! I feel bitter about it though. 


So where do I go from here? I suppose I've heard of an escape from a Hell Loop before, but it wasn't done alone... Is that possible? This loop that only I can get myself into... shouldn't I be the one who has to get myself out? Or is that the trick? The beauty of it all? I take ownership for my Hell and I then have to share it, show it to someone else so that they can help me... 


But who? That feels like an addition to the torture itself, sharing it. It sickens me. But I'm sickened already just being here. And there's the loop again. 


I want to break free. I will break free. I feel the answer may be in stepping outside my comfort zone. But that's part of what drives me deeper into my own hole, just planning to step outside of it sickens me too. 


So how do I do it? I suppose that's it, I do it. Action. 



Monday, September 7, 2020

Today I Feel...

 When I was a little girl, I had this book called "Today I feel Silly." And each page was colorfully illustrated with the minute details of this little girl's life and emotions. I can't help but think of that book now as my emotions are dominating the landscape of my life these days. 


But I'm not so sure that's how it's supposed to be. And well, I suppose how it's supposed to be is up to me, but that's a different rabbit hole. Anyway, emotions are not bad, but being caught in one landscape day after day could lead to something bad. I believe I could have more understanding, insight, and strength when it comes to my emotional state. But I've been living an unobserved life perhaps. 


Today I feel sluggish, grouchy, sad, anxious, and uncomfortable. But that's not just today... It's been like that for 2 weeks now, or perhaps more if I'm really honest with myself. Much, much more. So when did it start? And why?


I might have an answer to that: Food. And as I've just recently discovered (was that only yesterday, or perhaps the day before) I use food to bring myself joy. When I feel these things, in particular anxiety, and all that is stemming from, I choose yummy, potentially addictive foods. Or maybe it's not the foods that are addictive at all. It's only the habits I formed. 


A habit can be broken into three things: a trigger, a response, and a reward. (The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg). Thus my trigger is my "negative" emotions, my response is eating, and my reward is the rush of sugar and fat and carbs, the high, the taste, the distraction. 


But now, these processed foods have really built up in my body, being the predominant fuel it gets, and I'm feeling lower than ever after eating, thus eating more and more, since that's my habit. This habit has been going on since I was a preteen if I think back! That's how I developed bulimia, so that I wouldn't gain weight. And then the cocktails of medications helped me kick that "habit" after a decade of purging. 


I've been off meds now for coming up on 2 years. I kicked the bulimia and the drugs, but this other habit, or coping mechanism, has resurfaced. 


Do I return to prescriptions to aid me with this negative habit? The food I'm choosing to "binge" on as my "response" is hurting me, I can feel it in my body, worsening each day. Is it possible for me to simply "choose health foods in moderate amounts" though? I feel as though I've tried that before. 


No, now I need a stronger motivator. a hunger stronger than my stress to lead me in the other direction. In the book The Power of Habit, Charles says that to change a habit you first identify the trigger. Well, that part is done, the trigger is the particular emotion, whether it be sadness, fatigue, loneliness, depression, or anxiety. He then says that you can change the reaction, as long as the reward is the same, or fulfills the same need essentially. 


What I'm unsure of now, is how can I get the same reward that food gives me, that's also so easily accessible, but without eating? I suppose some people use nicotine for their own stress response. But replace food with smoking! 


I've tried exercise, walking, journaling, chewing gum, drinking tea, calling a friend. But none of those truly scratches that itch. And I've found myself actually eating while doing any of those as well! Haha!


I need to find a healthy response to stress. Or perhaps find a therapist who would actually work with me to understand why I'm feeling stressed. Although, I feel that I already know why. So then, how to resolve the stress? Can I do this on my own? Why does it feels so embarrassing to even consider sharing these intimate details with another human? 


Not just embarrassing, but mortifying, attention seeking, fake, lame, scary, pointless, like why would anyone care to hear the depths of my problems with food? Ha!


Thankfully no one reads this, which is why I can open up here. I can see my view count at zero for the past 9 years since I started this blog. So I'm safe here. 


However,  I won't find any answers here. Only more questions. 






Sunday, September 6, 2020

Abandoned Town From The 1700s

Let's go shopping, I said. Let's sit around and feel anxious, my anxiety replied. 


 This morning, I finally reconnected to social media after taking yesterday off for #DigitalDetoxDay. I didn't feel refreshed, but I did feel ready for an adventure. So before my social anxiety could stop me, I was out the door. After a few set backs (why was this "open" public park locked up at 9:00?), I came across the Dorchester Historical Site:




Cemetery on the other side




After wandering around the cemetery, buildings, woods, and the old fort at the edge of the old town, I wandered down some side streets and found a secret spot by a river. There were all kinds of spiderwebs I had to sneak around like I was Katherine Zeta Jones in Entrapment. And on the other side I found a washed up bicycle: 



I returned home for a shower and some food. My plan had been to go to the mall, but I tactfully talked myself out of it and then read through my 99 unread texts dating back to 2019. I wonder if I'll ever be able to fully overcome my anxieties for good? Either way, I give myself credit at least for my morning adventure today! That's an improvement. 





Friday, September 4, 2020

Nervous. Anxious. Anxiety.

"Fear of a name only increase fear of the thing itself."

- Hermione Granger

 


It's night time, the stars are out, the moon has not yet risen, and I am alone. 

I chose to be. But it feels like a burden. 

I set off on another adventure. I ended my lease in Oregon and left my "Harry Potter" Apartment - as I so lovingly dubbed it. 

After stopping in North-Eastern Tennessee to visit my much missed family, I packed up my car and drove to the East Coast of South Carolina. 

I've been here less than a week, and I was beginning to feel very lost again. 

While driving, or in transit, I feel alive, invigorated, and purposeful. 

But upon arrival I immediately begin dreaming and planning my next long drive, just so long as it's far away from where I currently am. 

It's starting to feel so pointless, why even go anywhere? But if I don't feel at rest anywhere, then there's nowhere I could go. So it's all the same it feels. 

I set myself up for grand adventures and then I hide myself away, locked in my rented fortress. Sequestered into my tower...

But why?? 

I only just found an answer this very night. Fear and Anxiety. 

How could I not recognize these two who have clung to my shadow since my earliest memories? 

I thought after my discovery of "extreme ownership" that I would be freed from it all!

So I was blinded by myself yet again. 

But now I know. And I have been using food to disguise the bitter taste of my own nerves. 

Sweet chocolates, salty treats. And here I thought the problem was just with the food itself! 

And while tonight feels like many before it, going to bed with a stretched belly and fatigue from the extra cardio, my mind has found a new path to follow. A way out.

It was unconquerable without a definition, black matter. But no longer is it a mystery!

Now I feel like a I have a purpose again. And knowledge. I can see the beast. 

Next step, action.