Whatever. It worked.
Now the adult me is in charge of the little rebellious, unrestrained, unreined me.
I'm trying to focus on three ideas:
1. One is a statement that Mary Beth Stevens' friend put on his Facebook page a long time ago and I stole. He said "I am the only person who puts food in my mouth." I really like that because I frequently find myself looking for someone else to blame. If I have to take responsibility -- well, maybe I'll rethink it.
2. Another thing that I'm trying to focus on showed up on Facebook this week. It's this:
I like that. I'm trying to burn it into my brain.
3. And the third thing I'm trying to think about and focus on is a children's book that I use in therapy. It's written for young elementary students but I recently read it to some middle schoolers. It's called Don't Feed The Monster On Tuesday and it's about self esteem.
It's a dance I've done all my life. And, in my case, I feed the monster REAL FOOD!
So, I've been telling myself "don't feed the monster".
Anyway, I'm better. And in control.