Hello friends!
I have decided to start another blog. This will be my third now - I am definitely addicted to blogging. Being socially inept as I sometimes am, I have trouble expressing my emotions and thoughts aloud to other people. I love that blogging lets me express what I have to say without the anxiety of having to get it out right on the first try. I think "edit" is my new favorite word!
To Earthward
However, I don't plan on leaving The Act of Discovery behind unless you, my readers, move on. As long as one of you is still following me, I'll keep posting. I still want to keep thinking and learning about ways to be healthier, and my new blog really isn't the place for that.
I went to the doctor this past Tuesday to have my knee checked out (finally!). My doc made it clear that I would one day need knee surgery, but that a combination of naproxen, icing/heating, and coritsone injections would be able to put off surgery for quite a few years. She also told me not to gain any weight, because each added pound would bring surgery from the distant future to the near future. She did say I was a bit overweight, but not "excessively", which was nice to hear. I even weighed in on their scale, fully clothed, at 200 pounds! And while I was happy to see that number, it didn't give me an emotional high. I think I've finally let go of the importance I used to assign to the scale. It's a lovely feeling of freedom.
I should also say that my ex and I decided to get back together a couple of weeks ago. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure it was real, haha, but it is! I'm overjoyed, and making sure that I don't let my love for him overshadow my love for myself. The long distance helps a bit with that, and I've also been trying to be more open with him about what I need/want. Things are already better for me, and I'm much more comfortable with where I am emotionally than I was before. I'm glad we had that little break, but now I'm really looking forward to our future together. Unless I move across or out of the country, I don't see us ever leaving each other again. : )
So, go check out my new blog if you like! It is being hosted by WordPress, because I'm a total theme whore and they have a way bigger selection than Blogger. <.< But I hope you'll subscribe anyway, if you like what you read.
Peace out, lovelies.
8.26.2011
8.23.2011
Thoughts.
Beauty is not something that can be achieved or lost. It is not a state of being - it is being. It is pain and love, sunsets and sunrises. It is the experience of learning, growing, then changing. Life is not beautiful - life is beauty.
Therefore, our outsides are not, in fact, outsides. Beauty cannot be contained, for it permeates all things. Once that is accepted, our physical bodies then become tools for experiencing beauty - that is to say, for experiencing life, others, and ourselves.
We should not worry about wanting to feel beautiful. We are the very essence of beauty regardless of the appearance of our tools. Those who would judge the worth of a tool on its appearance rather than how well it functions will never know beauty. They have closed their minds to learning, growth, and change. They have closed their minds to life.
You are not like them.
Therefore, our outsides are not, in fact, outsides. Beauty cannot be contained, for it permeates all things. Once that is accepted, our physical bodies then become tools for experiencing beauty - that is to say, for experiencing life, others, and ourselves.
We should not worry about wanting to feel beautiful. We are the very essence of beauty regardless of the appearance of our tools. Those who would judge the worth of a tool on its appearance rather than how well it functions will never know beauty. They have closed their minds to learning, growth, and change. They have closed their minds to life.
You are not like them.
8.08.2011
What I've Learned
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This has been me lately. I don't really have much to say. I've seen a few followers quit my blog, which makes me immensely sad, but I understand completely. I can't offer any advice, I have no healthy eating trials to share. I'm not contributing to the community here at all. What's been going on in my head recently is almost all break-up talk.
I am working toward some goals, but my biggest ones aren't at all focused on eating. And to be honest...I don't really mind. I've been eating much better lately, and have been exercising almost every day because I'm not constantly trying to focus on it and make sure I'm doing "what I need to do". I'm doing what I want to do. Eating right and being active are things that are happening as I strive toward my biggest current goal: loving and taking care of ME first, before anyone and anything else. Now that I've had some time to reflectively explore my past relationship with my ex, I see just how much energy and intention I had been giving away to him. How much I had been trying, in every moment and in every way, to make him as happy as possible so that he would give me the affirmation I've been craving all my life - the affirmation I never got from my mother. Accordingly, I felt like the happier he was, the more effort I put into taking care of him, the more he would love me.
I've been saying, in my own head and to others, that he was at fault. That I deserved more from him - more attention, more emotional connection. I've painted myself a victim, saying recently to a friend that even though I needed more, I was "just so happy to be loved, in any way".
And yes, I certainly deserved and needed more...but not from him.
I probably asked him about 48239748392 times throughout our 4.5 years together if he loved me, and when he said yes I would ask, "Why?". He would answer me patiently each time, being careful not to say anything I might, from my warped perspective, view as unloving. And even though I knew, rationally, that he loved me...I don't think I ever understood my need to ask "Why?" until now.
Of course I've known for a long time that deep down I don't believe people when they say they care about me; that I have always, in any situation, sacrificed my own happiness or comfort to make others happier or more comfortable; and that I have determined my self-worth based on my relationships with the people around me (as if I do not inherently have worth of any kind).
But what I've learned from breaking up with my ex is that I do all those things listed above because, for all the love I do my best to give to other people, I keep none to give to myself. If I asked my ex to go on a walk with me and he said "No, thanks", I would get a little upset. I would have loved to go out for a walk, but because I wanted to make him happy I would continue to sit on the couch. Really, I was upset with myself for caring about his happiness so much that I wouldn't foster my own happiness by doing what I really wanted to do. I projected that onto him unfairly, making myself the supposed victim of his supposed inattention - as if by doing what would make me happy, I was making him unhappy. When really, I'm sure that it would have made him much happier to see me taking myself than spending all my effort trying to take care of him. He did love me, after all.
So now I understand that much of what I thought he was doing wrong to me was me doing wrong to myself. I can't imagine how difficult it must have been sometimes for him to handle me, but I'm so glad that he at least tried. I wouldn't be here learning to love myself if he hadn't loved me first. Even though he often denied it when I told him, he really was wonderful to me. I don't regret a single second of our relationship, or, for that matter, our breakup.
I'm taking this newfound clarity and using it to work toward my new goal: making Erika happy. I'm pursuing my interests, working on my photography, doing yoga, and practicing bellydance. I'm eating well and taking care of myself. I'm excited for the future, uncertain as it is. Although, I have to say, I'm not sure what to do about this blog. Would anybody even want to read about such a self-centered goal? Maybe not. But I would so hate to leave you guys behind...
While I figure out what's in store for The Act of Discovery, I hope to keep reading about your journies. You guys are up to some super exciting stuff, and I've never been more grateful for the support you've given me in the past couple of years. So I'll be back around...eventually.
Have a lovely end to your Monday, friends. : )
This has been me lately. I don't really have much to say. I've seen a few followers quit my blog, which makes me immensely sad, but I understand completely. I can't offer any advice, I have no healthy eating trials to share. I'm not contributing to the community here at all. What's been going on in my head recently is almost all break-up talk.
I am working toward some goals, but my biggest ones aren't at all focused on eating. And to be honest...I don't really mind. I've been eating much better lately, and have been exercising almost every day because I'm not constantly trying to focus on it and make sure I'm doing "what I need to do". I'm doing what I want to do. Eating right and being active are things that are happening as I strive toward my biggest current goal: loving and taking care of ME first, before anyone and anything else. Now that I've had some time to reflectively explore my past relationship with my ex, I see just how much energy and intention I had been giving away to him. How much I had been trying, in every moment and in every way, to make him as happy as possible so that he would give me the affirmation I've been craving all my life - the affirmation I never got from my mother. Accordingly, I felt like the happier he was, the more effort I put into taking care of him, the more he would love me.
I've been saying, in my own head and to others, that he was at fault. That I deserved more from him - more attention, more emotional connection. I've painted myself a victim, saying recently to a friend that even though I needed more, I was "just so happy to be loved, in any way".
And yes, I certainly deserved and needed more...but not from him.
I probably asked him about 48239748392 times throughout our 4.5 years together if he loved me, and when he said yes I would ask, "Why?". He would answer me patiently each time, being careful not to say anything I might, from my warped perspective, view as unloving. And even though I knew, rationally, that he loved me...I don't think I ever understood my need to ask "Why?" until now.
Of course I've known for a long time that deep down I don't believe people when they say they care about me; that I have always, in any situation, sacrificed my own happiness or comfort to make others happier or more comfortable; and that I have determined my self-worth based on my relationships with the people around me (as if I do not inherently have worth of any kind).
But what I've learned from breaking up with my ex is that I do all those things listed above because, for all the love I do my best to give to other people, I keep none to give to myself. If I asked my ex to go on a walk with me and he said "No, thanks", I would get a little upset. I would have loved to go out for a walk, but because I wanted to make him happy I would continue to sit on the couch. Really, I was upset with myself for caring about his happiness so much that I wouldn't foster my own happiness by doing what I really wanted to do. I projected that onto him unfairly, making myself the supposed victim of his supposed inattention - as if by doing what would make me happy, I was making him unhappy. When really, I'm sure that it would have made him much happier to see me taking myself than spending all my effort trying to take care of him. He did love me, after all.
So now I understand that much of what I thought he was doing wrong to me was me doing wrong to myself. I can't imagine how difficult it must have been sometimes for him to handle me, but I'm so glad that he at least tried. I wouldn't be here learning to love myself if he hadn't loved me first. Even though he often denied it when I told him, he really was wonderful to me. I don't regret a single second of our relationship, or, for that matter, our breakup.
I'm taking this newfound clarity and using it to work toward my new goal: making Erika happy. I'm pursuing my interests, working on my photography, doing yoga, and practicing bellydance. I'm eating well and taking care of myself. I'm excited for the future, uncertain as it is. Although, I have to say, I'm not sure what to do about this blog. Would anybody even want to read about such a self-centered goal? Maybe not. But I would so hate to leave you guys behind...
While I figure out what's in store for The Act of Discovery, I hope to keep reading about your journies. You guys are up to some super exciting stuff, and I've never been more grateful for the support you've given me in the past couple of years. So I'll be back around...eventually.
Have a lovely end to your Monday, friends. : )
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