Sunday, February 19, 2006

I miss my family.
This city makes me feel so alone.
I wish I had more friends, well, the confidence to make friends.
I'm embarrassed to go out in public.
My body disgusts me.
I'm tired of stress.
I want to sing again.
Every day is the same.
I need hope.
I need you God.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Dark and Light cont.

Dare to reach out your hand into the darkness, to pull another hand into the light.
~Norman B. Rice


I feel so much apart of both. That darkness is something permanently engraved in my soul; and light is something my heart is aching for. Light is who I am to become, though dark is something I will always have to live with. Just like the quote says, you must reach into darkness to pull others into the light.

When I think about speaking to women crippled and immoblized by eating disorders; I imagine myself losing my breath and not being able to speak. I imagine every word I say being relected off, back into space. There are people meant to help these women, and I believe they have very strong souls. I feel myself drawn more towards the source of body-hatred.

The following information can be found at http://www.about-face.org/r/facts/bi.shtml

Body image dissatisfaction and dieting behavior isn't restricted to adolescents or adults. In a study of almost five hundred schoolgirls, 81% of the ten-year-olds reported that they had dieted at least once (Mellin, Scully & Irwin, 1986). A study of 36,000 students in Minnesota found that girls with negative body image were three times more likely than boys of the same age, to say that they feel badly about themselves and were more likely to believe that others see them in a negative light. The study also found that negative body image is associated with suicide risk for girls, not for boys (American Association of University Women, 1990).

Wooley and Wooley (1980) found that girls are more influenced and thus more vulnerable to cultural standards of ideal body images, than boys are. A recent national health study, that studied 2,379 9yr and 10 yr old girls (approximately half White and half Black) found that 40 % of them reported that they were trying to lose weight (Striegel-Moore et al, 1996).

In a sample of male and female high school students, two-thirds of boys and girls believed that being thinner would have an impact on their lives. The majority of girls believed that this impact would be positive, while the majority of the boys believed that the impact would be negative. The gender groups did not differ significantly in their weight distribution around the expected norm for their group. Girls had higher body dissatisfaction scores than boys on all measures. Girls reported magazines as their primary source of information regarding diet and health, whereas boys reported their primary source to be parents, followed by two other categories before mentioning magazines (Paxton, Wertheim, Gibbons, Szmukler, Hillier, & Petrovich, 1991).



It is so saddening to me, that girls as young as 10 years old (and probably younger) think of themselves as overweight, or that they need to diet. That being thinner would have a positive impact on their lives. At what age does this begin, and how can parents help to prevent this? It is not like parents can completely shield their daughters' eyes. We are a media-crazed culture, and somehow - the media finds a way to get just about everywhere. I want to help prevent eating disorders, while also encouraging treatment. For me, my most vulnerable age was around 11-13 years old. I already knew about the media, but girls is school were actually starting to live by those rules. The cool girls were thin, had new clothes, and got attention from "guys." They read Cosmo and watched MTV, and actually were allowed to watch "The Real World." All of us were attempting to model our lives by what we saw on T.V.

And so began Mr. Allen's class; where we were to monitor our calorie intake and burn for an entire month. The last thing on Mr. A's mind was starting a mass complex about food and weight for the girls in his class, but it affected everyone so horribly. It was pretty much a contest to see how little we could eat, if we could beat the other girls. Some pretty disturbing behaviors began that year. I know that if these sorts of behaviors developed in quaint little IR, Michigan, than that was just a very small scale to what was and is going on in big cities.

This complex is out of control, much like a spreading disease, though very few teachers and parents see it as that. They see it as "girls being girls." I have to disagree; we are not meant to hate ourselves, this isn't some "trait" that we all share. In the 1500s, full bodied women were all the craze for artists and rich men alike. A skinny woman was "poor" and "sick." When the media of the day glorified larger (normal!) women, I highly doubt that these women hated themselves. In fact, I'm sure they were quite proud to be the highlight of many artists most famous work.

The media isn't going away. Though there are currently some counter-activists; like Dove. Wow, what a company. I give them so much credit for starting the campaign for real beauty which recognizes the unique shape and build of every female.

When I talk about going back into darkness; I pretty much mean going back into middle school. It is there where I believe that eating disorders develop and affect women for the rest of their lives. Even with a master's in psychology, I am sure much of the work I will be doing, will be for free and out of the deep concern in my heart.

As a young girl, I would have loved to have talked to an older woman about my low self-esteem and skewed body image. I never would have admitted it though, which leads me to believe that I must go to that place never mentioned; that place left in the dark...that is very much alive.

Dark and Light

 Posted by Picasa

Thursday, February 09, 2006

So Afraid.

Title of my life. So Afraid. But perhaps, that is changing.

Well, L. (my good friend) and I were planning on going out for some drinks, some talk, and just to connect on female things...which I think is so essential for women: to connect with other women! Since of course, we are the superior of humankind...kidding. No, what I mean is that we really need someone to share our emotions with. Sometimes the ones we love the most, our husbands or boyfriends, cannot come close to understanding what it is like to feel on such a high degree. And we wish they would, and we often get on their cases for not listening. When, we are plain and simply afraid to go out and talk to other women about our insecurities!

Anyway, my friend ended up having other obligations, which is fine! I was a bit dissapointed, but I suppose this entire situation was a lesson for me. I have been asked by many female friends to go out for dinner, go out for a movie, etc., and I have always responded with,
"Yes, of course! I'd love to."
But in the end, I ALWAYS end up backing out and nearly 95% of the time, I avoid their phone calls. That is one of my worst traits; I avoid the phone when I know someone wants to talk to me. I avoid some else's yearning to get to know me. This happens so frequently, my behavior is painstakingly predicatable. Perhaps L. is that similar to me, that comfort often comes before a new experience; getting to know and getting closer to our same sex is simply too terrifying. A chat now and then, before or after work is great - but sitting down for more than half an hour... my nails are biten raw before I'm done thinking about it.
Women.
We are crazy folk.

No, I am not mad at L., in fact, I am quite happy. She has opened by eyes. I am feeling right now, what other girlfriends have felt when I turn them away; disappointment! I have never been in their shoes because I have really never wanted to get to know other women. And this feeling of dissapointment is good because it proves I am changing a little bit. I do want to know other women. How can I ever help women, if I fear getting to know them at a deeper level? It wouldn't happen.

Only the mind of a female could come up with such a perfect synthesis! (Basically, that means over-analyzing. Something I love to do.)

Well, I am sitting here listening to Josh's alarm clock go off. It has been ringing for 10 minutes straight and the noise is interfering with the frequency at which I type. Ah. Make. It. Stop.

Ok. I will attempt to ignore. Anyway, Ben is home with Bilbo's. The best pizza the world has ever known. Until next time, cheers.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Beautiful sky this morning

 Posted by Picasa

How cute is he?

 Posted by Picasa

Old Campus

 Posted by Picasa

Monday, February 06, 2006

Tired

Not the best day. I've done so well these past couple weeks with balancing food and diet. These weekend I gave myself a break from cardio, and today was a day I should have done cardio. It was also a day I should not have stuffed my face in. Now, I am exhausted. My brain is doing backflips, "I should work off those extra calories I consumed I should not have had that glass of wine with Laura. I should not have had those cranberries and almonds. I should have worked out in the morning. I shouldn't have been such a fat ass. Where is your control? What is wrong with you? Why are you so lazy.What were you working for in the first place, you just ruined everything."

These are the thoughts in my mind right now. My mind will not give me peace right now. So what can I do but make it sleep? I am so tired right now, and all these shoulds are racing through me. Sure, I could do those things. I could workout and burn 1000 calories. But I am exhausted. Why would I want to do that? Because, there is something in me that is angry that I am tired. My dark concious. My "other" half, not the better. True, I have stuffed myself moreso than need be. I have picked on things that have made me feel guilty. So, what is the person striving for recovery saying?

"Please Sara, realize that tommorrow is a new day. A fresh start. Your recovery is not going to happen instantly. Or overnight. Please realize that these days are inevitalbe. You worked a double shift. You felt a variety of emotions today; anger because you feel walked upon by many people at work, boredom (because Monday is the worst shift ever!), frustration because you had to spend all of your tips on groceries, and an array of negative emotions. You are tired. So rest. Listen to your body's signals. If it is tired, it knows bests: it yearns for sleep. Tommorrow is a new day."

Yes. yes. yes. you are right. but I still feel crappy about myself for bingeing.

"Mind you, what you consider bingeing, others consider healthy snacking."

Right. well, bingeing to me. Ok? Errr. Why does my mind have to be so messed up? I suppose this crazy mind best suits me.

As actress Tea Leoni says, "The inner conflict is what makes the spin so much fun, what makes it more colorful. I actually can't imagine playing someone who wasn't neurotic."

But ha, this quote is too funny.

"I'm afraid of making a mistake. I'm not totally neurotic, but I'm pretty neurotic about it. I'm as close to totally neurotic as you can get without being totally neurotic.
"
Bridget Fonda

ok ok, just one more.

"A neurotic is a man who builds a castle in the air. A psychotic is the man who lives in it. A psychiatrist is the man who collects the rent."
Jerome Lawrence

Ha! Gotta love that last one.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Bend, move with the wind

Another one of those days that feels like it blended into a big gormut of blah. Is gormut a word? I don't know...maybe it just sounds cool. I am this close from quitting my job. I have the worst possible shifts, and it seems as though the people that bitch the most, get the best shifts. The ones that are quiet and personable - get the very worst. I'm sick of management, people in general, and the notion that "the customer is always right." I am sick of being a servant to those who do not appreciate it. I am sick of old women. And young women. And the bitches that come in at 10:30 at night, demanding separate checks, and that they need them in 5 minutes. The ones that whine when they found out I added 18% gratuity to all of their bills. That's right. I just gratted you bi-atch, you like it that I don't trust you right? (With any party over 10 people, the server has the right to add an 18% grat.)

So yeah, I am fed up. I really don't get along with anyone there except L. I really do not feel liked by anyone else. Their attitudes diminish good spirits.

Most fortunately, I have all of Saturday off to chill and go out with my love! Ben and I will probably go and fetch some good ol' Mongolian Barbecue. Yummy!

As far as recovery goes; I have taken notice to my emotions and when they are raging - instead of grabbing a jar of peanut butter - I write. Or I take pictures. When I was exhausted after work the other day, I did not push myself to run. Instead, I enjoyed a nap. Listening to my body's signals is something very new to me. Either I starve it, stuff it, or exhaust it. I never listen to what my body wants. My body is gaining new meaning. My body. It is mine and no one else's. My body has a voice, and it knows what it wants. It knows when it is being stuffed to feel numb. It knows when it is being starved to feel numb. My body wants to feel. Not diet or lose more weight. My attempts to control it have only ended in deep depression, disappointment, and a never ending circle of defeat.

To let go...

"As I started to picture the trees in the storm, the answer began to dawn on me. The trees in the storm don't try to stand up straight and tall and erect. They allow themselves to bend and be blown with the wind. They understand the power of letting go. Those trees and those branches that try too hard to stand up strong and straight are the ones that break. Now is not the time for you to be strong, Julia, or you, too, will break." Julia Butterfly Hill

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Joy in simple things

 Posted by Picasa

Outside my window

 Posted by Picasa

Oh ye long day at work

It seems as though the days blend together into this huge mass of wasted time and space. I really hate days where I fall asleep feeling blank, my mind only wants sleep. Yet, my heart wants my mind to stay awake. My heart wants my mind to forget that it's tired and focus on things it yearns for; music, art, and thoughtful words.

Sadly, I do not have many thoughtful words tonight. Working a double shift today with only a half hour break wore me out to the point that my mind non functiono. There are a few goods things about work; for one thing I am connecting with this wonderful girl, we'll call her L. L. and we click like best friends that have known eachother for years...she has inner battles likes me, is more beautiful than Elizabeth Taylor, and is one of the very few women I would trust sharing my core with. More importantly, she is one of the first women I do not feel threatened by. Yes, she's beautiful. Yes, she's smart. But she is also troubled, and underneath her kind smiling face - I know that there's a girl so much like me.

I really don't feel that way about the other girls at work. None of them are as smart, or pretty as L., but I do feel threatened by them. This leads me to believe that what I am really threatened by, does not have everything to do with "thinness" or "beauty." Some of it comes from that...but I think it comes from feeling judged. I perceive and sense judgement from the others. With L., I feel that she sees more than outward beauty, another shell that hides all sorts of people; depressed, insecure, afraid, spoiled, tormented, and etc.

My intuition leads me to women who appreciate soul more than anything else in this world. L. is one cool chic, and I am so happy to finally have found a female friend in this new city.

On another note, I despise my boss. We'll call him B. He is the opitomy of men, a true slimeball that somehow worked his way up the power ladder. He takes great pride in putting me down, finding whatever he can to pick on me about, and attempting to make me feel powerless as often as possible. It is people like him, that make me so excited about the future. People like B have a purpose; it is to motivate the silent competitors of our time into action. The type of person that has not yet emerged from her shell, but will do so. Ungracefully as it will occur, she will do so. I can't wait until this sleeze reads the papers someday, and sees that face of the girl he humiliated and made feel like shit daily gleeming in the spotlight. I'll be sure to give a sarcastic smile just for him.