Because who can resist the siren song of stale, month-old candy?
Not me apparently. I devoured it like a junkie who happened upon a forgotten stash. It didn’t even taste good.
The only thing worse than stale, month-old Christmas candy corn is the guilt from eating stale, month-old Christmas candy corn.
So much for eating healthy this year.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all failure and embarrassing binges around here. Some days I win. But even then I have to watch myself. It’s stunning how quickly I can move from fatalistic self defeat to overconfident delusions of grandeur.
Case in point, the day I cleaned the house from top to bottom (withOUT eating anything I found along the way) and elypticalled myself to the moon and back. Feeling smug, I spent the rest of the day watching the Food Network while ignoring my children.
I don’t even like to cook.
So much for being a more attentive parent this year.
Soar or stumble – I can twist it into an excuse. To indulge. To give up. To sabotage myself. Time and again, it’s the one task at which I rarely fail.
This year I’m trying to change the game. I will focus only on TODAY. There is no tipping point. There is no pressure to be perfect. There is no tomorrow or next month or the rest of my life resting on what I do right now. There is only TODAY.
I seem to function better without the weight of all that still-to-come. I still fill in the calendar and keep track of “things to do” and make plans for our family. I’m still mindful of the things I need to do better. But I only hold myself responsible for what I can get done between “Mama… up” (boy-speak for: wake up and pay attention to my cuteness) and “…but I’m almost done this chapter” (preteen-speak for: none of my friends have a bedtime so lights out is lame and besides I’m not even tired yet).
Some days it works. Some days there are temptations and trials and I slip back into worry-pressure-procrastinate-medicate-with-food/tv/Internet-hate-myself-STRESS. But even that isn’t the end of the world.
Every day I am starting over.
It’s only been a few weeks. The jury’s still out on whether I’m doing better or worse at: eating healthy, staying active, decluttering, being spiritually mindful, attentive parenting or solving the problems of the universe via blogging. But I did clean out that one toy box…
What I can say for sure is that I’m enjoying the sweet, fleeting moments of life better. I’m enduring the tough stuff with less angst. And most of all, I’m liking Me a whole lot more.
This is what I chose to focus on for the creative writing DPChallenge on Starting Over.
I’m not Who-I-Will-Be.
I’m not Who-I-Expected.
With new insights, and new struggles, and new dreams.
With a best friend who loves Me (better yet, still likes Me) after all these years.
With a heart full of four little people who make Me crazy, and make Me laugh, and make Me a better Me.
Changing and growing and learning and becoming Me.
With a little extra Me around the edges.
And even though those parts are the hardest to accept,
They are part of Me too.
Whatever size or shape or new configuration, I’m still Me.
I’m not Martha Stewart. I’m not Hiedi Klum.
I’m not You. I’m not Who-You-Think-I-Should-Be.
I’m not perfect or easy and I’m not ready to concede.
I’m not finished yet.
But for now, TODAY, I’m content to be Me.
So here’s me. You know that rumor about bloggers being totally self-absorbed… ummm… ya…