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Saturday, December 31, 2011

New Years Resolutions need something...

As we bring 2011 to a final close, most people are hopeful and excited about the possibilities the upcoming year will bring. We all at some level think about what we'll do differently. We ponder, even for a brief moment, our contribution to the world in the past year.


The hope of the new year can not be seen more clearly than at my part time job at Weight Watchers. I have been a receptionist for WW for almost a year. In 2010 I lost 25 lbs on the program and began working for them in Jan 2011.

This morning, as I was getting ready to work at WW, I realized that for the 2nd year in a row, I am not making a resolution to lose weight. I am at a healthy BMI and I don't need to lose. It is an exhilarating feeling to be able to say "I am not fat" and it be true!

When I got to work, I overheard a member in our meeting room talk about how ashamed she felt because she had "fallen off the wagon" and had a significant weight gain. She lamented about whether to come to the meeting because she knew she gained.

Her voice was cloaked in multiple layers of anger, shame, sadness, and despair. "It surprised me how quickly my old habits, came back when my circumstances threw me for a loop", she recapped.

As I leaned against the back wall of the room, tears came to my eyes. I remember felling the EXACT same way several times on my weight loss journey. There was a member in the room who lost 166lbs on WW and has kept it off 5 yrs and every Saturday she is faithfully at the meetings.

These women are the reason I work for hardly any money for the company; to help and be inspired by men and women like them. Often people look at me and assume because of my size I don't have an issue with weight. How wrong they are1 When I go to a meeting I know that everyone in that room is or has felt everything I every have about food, weight, and body image. 

I love my husband and he loves me but he has never had an improper relationship with food. He was an athlete most of his and has retained his thin frame up til now. There is a bond I share with the men and women in the meeting that is unlike anything else. I knew exactly how that lady felt and so did every single person in that room. She did a BRAVE thing by coming to the meeting to face her weight gain and to get back on track.

This is the power in accountability and support! Whenever you are trying to make a change, especially for the better, you need people who can cheer you on and tell you the truth. We lie to easily to ourselves. We let ourselves off the hook one time too many.

Our society doesn't like accountability. Let's be honest! We like to tell other they need to do but we mistakenly feel like we don't need someone telling us what to do. We don't want someone pointing out that we messed up or missed the mark. That is not healthy!

A lack of accountability is a breeding ground for lies, bondage, shame, and cover ups!

Accountability says, "I am going to ask you the tough questions about how you are really doing on that goal" and support says, "when you are struggling I will encourage you to keep going."

When I was a member trying to lose my weight, I HATED two things: getting on that scale each week and tracking what I ate. Those two things are the hallmark of the program. 

I hated it because it made me accountable...and to strangers no less. Ugh! I didn't want those people judging me based on some number on the scale and I didn't have to track everything I ate after all I am not completely out of control! That was an example of the ways we lie and justify why don't do what we are suppose to. I have to face the reality. The reality was my choices were determining my outcome and needed to make better choices. The truth is the scale, my tracker, my leader, and everyone else in that room was routing for me! They weren't against me. Accountability is our biggest cheer leader.

I don't say this to plug Weight Watchers this new year. I say this as an encouragement.

Whatever goals you are committing to do in 2012, I encourage you to include an accountability and support system. Take the time to prepare to make changes. Studies show that when you prepare for a change the change is more likely to stick and is more easily adapted into your routine.

I'll be posting soon about some changes I am making in 2012. Until then...


Wholeheartedly me,

Julia

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Ode to "the girls"



You once looked up to the sun with a smile and fierceness.
You walked with your head held up.
It is didn't matter whether you sported an A or a Double D.
You knew who you were
But of late your countencance has been glum and sad.

Like a weeping willow tree you droop your head.
You seemed to have lost the luster you once had.
What happened?
A little one that needed your maternal goodness?
Perhaps the wisdom of your years have drained you
Maybe you met with ailment
Maybe you are perfectly fine but this imperfect world has warped your mind

Once perky and bright
Now frailer and light
Regardless of your apperance and why,
the work you do makes me thrive.
How you've nourished, how you've loved, and have been loved.

And I just had to write your this corny ode for my precious doves!

Christmas Follow Up

Christmas was four days off. What in the world were we going to have for Christmas dinner? Hmmm? Since we had turkey for Thanksgiving, maybe we could have ham. But wait! My husband doesn’t like ham. Hmmm. Maybe I can roast a chicken?!?!

Christmas comes around the same time every year and every year I am debating the same question. Then it hit me. I looked at my husband and said, “You know what I really want for Christmas dinner? I want my mom’s famous fried chicken.” His eyes lit up because he loves his mother in laws fried chicken too. My mom agreed to make it. My husband made his famous mashed potatoes. And I made a side of buttery broccoli. It was the best dinner!
Afterward my husband said “that was the best dinner. I am glad we didn’t try to be traditional for tradition sake."
This is just one example of how I learned to shape our holiday season around our family instead of trying to force our family into the preset “perfect” holiday.  Letting go of my expectations of finding a magical Christmas moment paved the way for a truly great time with my family. My oldest son and I made a ginger bread house. My husband read the story of Christmas tour kids in front of a glowing Christmas tree. My mom and I danced to the Motown Christmas CD while my sons and hubs looked at us like the sillies we were.
After my post on not letting wrong expectations ruin your christmas , I had a friend send me a long message about how she had struggled with unrealistic expectations. Her email poured forth how she was brave enough to let go of unrealistic expectations.
Her bravery surrounded her expectations as a 2nd time mom. In summary, her first child, whom she loved dearly, was a fussy baby and she thought surely my second child won’t be that way. Well her second child was just as fussy if not more fussy than her first. She was embarrassed and wondering why she couldn’t have a kid who slept through the night or even didn’t cry for 20 out of the 24 hrs of the day.
She was brave enough to accept that it is foolishness to compare our experiences to others and by continuing to do so she would miss out on the sweet moments her second child brought her. I applaud her!

Friday, December 9, 2011

Unrealistic Expectations can RUIN your Christmas

There is nothing like watching a holiday movie to get you in the spirit of the holidays. Holiday movies appeal to us because they often have happy endings. The family is reunited in time for the big holiday dinner or the girl and boy discover they are right for each other afterall. These movies leaves us feeling as warm and comforted as the hot mugs of cocoa we drink while watching.


After all "its the most wonderful time of the year". At least it is suppose to be, right!?!? Don't worry! This post isn't going to be the metaphorical Scrooge to those of you who are enjoying your holiday season.

This post, like all of them, is about the lesson I learned while pretending to be happy during Christmas time. As a Christian, this is out biggest "witnessing" opportunity of the year. I believe in the biblical story of Christmas. While I don't know if Jesus was actually born in December, it doesn't matter to me. The savior of the world was born and that is why I celebrate Christmas. I am grateful for what his brith meant to my future and the future of mankind. So naturally this would be enough to bring me joy during the holidays. But alas...it wasn't. I can't tell you the guilt I felt being a Christian who was secretly sad on Christmas.

I learned the source of my sadness came from mismanaged expectations. Like the cheesy Christmas movies I loved to watch, I wanted just once in my year for all to be "be calm and bright"; to have that perfect Christmas. You know that one I'm talkin about. The one where snow blankets the lawn, cookies are homemade, and the family gets together and just gushes the love on each other.

My reality is that I rarely see my family during the holidays. In my adult life, I can count on two hands the number of Christmases I spent with my mother. It isn't that I have a strained relationship with my mom, not at all. She and I are very close. It's just circumstances have kept us apart. My friends don't host Christmas parties at their house. I don't work, so there is no office Christmas party to look forward too, or from what I've seen, NOT look forward to. I have never really had a Christmas traditions to look forward to.

So each time Christmas comes around, I hope, like the protagonist in my Christmas movies, that something magically or miraculous would happen this year. I anticipate that some joyous feeling would wash over me and instantly transplant me into the atmosphere of my Christmas movie.

I think...
"maybe this will be the year I can be with my extended family?"
" Maybe this year we'll play those board games."
"Maybe this year we'll bake cookies."
"Maybe this year we'll be invited to a friend's Christmas party.
"Maybe this year I can afford to buy all my friends presents.
"Maybe this year I will receive a gift that just blows my mind"
"Maybe this year I'll host a big christmas party and we can get all dressed up"
Every year, I had this list of how I wanted Christmas to go but it never went that way. And when Christmas finally did arrive, it was a let down. I mean come on....after all that build up...the sales...the lines...the shopping...the music...the plays....the christmas programs...and I got socks!

Unmet expectation can quickly turn into demands if they are consistent unmet.And unecessary demands will cause stress and yes even sadness. What started off as a simple wish; "wouldn't it be nice to bake cookies for the neighbors this year" can easily turn into "Gosh darn it, we are going to bake these dang cookies and be happy about it. Now shut up and stir!"


The BRAVE lesson was that I had to manage and reframe my expectations of this ONE day of the year.

Manage
Our family rarely gets together during the holidays so this year, I'll make Skype dates so I can see those I care about. I don't have to go into dept trying to prove to my family and friends how much they mean to me. I can reflect on the ways I have proven it thus far, and then think of new ways to prove it next year. I love hand written letters, nothing like a heartfelt note to say I love you.

Reframe
Instead of wanting Christmas to fit into a premade mold, I'll  look to mold myself into Christmas. I'll examine what is really important for me and my family and we'll wrap ourselves around that. Once I remake the mold, Christmas can be a stress free joyous occasion for us each year.

This year my mom will be with us for Christmas. YAY! We might spend our days in our pjs. We might not make a big hoiday meal. We might not get or give the best presents. But we'll mold this time of year to fit us, not the other way around. This might be the first time in a long time I will really genuinely enjoy this season. I hope you do too!

Wholeheartedly me,

Julia