I’m really struggling with honoring my body right now.
It all started with that piece of pizza on my husband’s birthday last week. I had a rough 4 days of craving cooked food and giving in a few times. I got back on track and instantly felt better.
Now we’re on vacation, and I am really struggling again. Yesterday was filled with SAD food AND beer. I don’t even drink! Today I’m back on track, but truth be told, I don’t want to be. I want to eat more barbecue with my family.
Part of this journey is clearly ACCEPTANCE. I know that. I struggle with being really hard on myself when my actions don’t match the image I hold of Me.
I’m learning how hung up I really am about gaining more weight. I’m with my mom and observing her, therefore me. You know what I mean? Our parents are mirrors for us. They ARE us. Observing my mom is a great tool for learning more about me and why I have some food issues, for example. She has them too. Go figure. So, by observing without judgment, I get the opportunity to put things in a different perspective and work through my patterns from a different place. Perhaps the place of origin. By the way, this isn’t an “it’s my parents’ fault” paragraph. I don’t believe in that. But I do believe that energetically we are tethered to our family lineage and the stories that come before us in our family line.
I’ll be doing some Hellinger work on August 8th for the first time to really move through some of this family stuff. I”m not sure what my constellation will be about. I thought I was going to do one to help process and move through the grief around my father and his illnesses. But maybe I’ll work through the lineage of my food story. It’s pretty fascinating!
For those of you who don’t know what Hellinger work is, stay tuned and soon I will provide a link to an information site. I don’t have one yet. The only reason I know of it is that my good friend is a practitioner. I’ve watched her transform herself and her family dynamics. Powerful!
Blessings to you all. Thanks for stopping by and checking up on me. I’ll write more regularly once I’m home from vacation.
Love,
Shawna

