Archive for February, 2009

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Reframe the Dilemma

February 21, 2009

In social work we talk alot about reframe. Here’s the classic example: She’s not oppositional, she’s spirited. She’s not backtalking, she’s advocating for herself. We can do it for just about anything, trust me. It’s more than just changing the words around, it’s about changing the way you look at something. I gave my sister a reframe yesterday without even thinking about it. She was talking about  how my niece talks incessantly, and I said that she processes her world out loud. This gave Shannon some pause. It’s a reframe, a different way of looking at someone or something. You can reframe things positively, negatively, or neutrally. We social workers like to reframe things positively, but that doesn’t mean we always do. 

I have had this thought in my mind for a while. It’s a bit of a dilemma, kind of, and I think it got me a bit stuck. I haven’t been sure how to accept myself for who I am and also work to change myself. How do you tell yourself that you are good enough as you are, or that you are good as you are, but know there are still things that need to change? Doesn’t the admission for a need to change imply that something is wrong, that something needs to be fixed? How can I accept my weight, accept my body as is, but still deal with the fact that I don’t feel very good about it right now? 

And therein lies the reframe. I don’t feel good about IT: my weight- right now. I can feel ok about ME. Here goes my breaking moment: feeling bad does not have to equal feeling bad about MYSELF. My weight does not equal me. How much I weigh, the numbers on the scale, are not a reflection on myself as a human or as a person or even as a woman. They are a reflection of how poorly I do caring for myself, of my need to indulge myself a little too often. They are not a reflection on my quality of life or on my own inherent quality as Paige. 

I know. It doesn’t sound groundbreaking to lots of you, I bet. But if you are a woman, I think it kind of is. We are taught from a very young age, from multiple sources, that our weight equals acceptance. If you are skinny, you are pretty, and can be accepted. If you are fat, you are ugly, and cast away. To be cast away, or not accepted, must mean you are not good enough. Even when we are trying to tell ourselves that intellectually we know that our weight should not be the marker of who we are as a person, we are using it to do just that. 

At least I do. 

Did, maybe. In the last year I’ve learned many things, many of them about myself. One of the things I learned when I let go of the need to worry about my weight was that I am actually an ok person, fat or not. Many people like me, some do not. I think that has more to do with my sometimes abrasive and bossy personality than it does my weight. Many people love me, no matter how much I weigh. I would say, also, that I don’t actually care about the opinions of people who are going to judge me based on my weight. That’s their own issue, not mine. I don’t need to make it my issue. 

So now that I have accepted, or at least am making more strides toward accepting, me as a human, it just might be time to do something about the weight. 

I don’t feel good. I don’t like how I look in the mirror. Not because I think I look ugly, but because I feel unhealthy. When I see myself in pictures or in the mirror, I know that what I am seeing represents a feeling of ick. A physical feeling. I feel sluggish and slow. Sometimes I wish my body was easier to move. I look at people at healthy weights and want to just move, sit, get up, dance… 

This is going to take time. There’s no goal, number or time-wise. The goal is to learn to live like a healthy person. Because I’m so ingrained in eating whatever I want, initially I am going to follow an eating plan. The goal for me is to be able to learn how to eat that way naturally. Not to follow the rules, but to be reminded of what is healthy. I am not doing a plan where I have to write everything down or count points. I am doing the one that has worked for me the most: not necessarily in terms of total weight lost, but in terms of fitting with myself and my life. I am going to exercise. 

I’m not looking to fit into a certain size by a certain date. To lose a certain amount. I’m not going to keep track of my weight. I’m not weighing myself at the start, or each week, or possibly ever. I just want to feel better. I want to remember that I do love me, and it’s time for me to be healthy.

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Routine, Blessed Routine

February 19, 2009

For the last few weeks our lives have been a little helter-skelter. My husband has been off doing comic book events and toy fairs. I went to my mom’s. We are usually very good about dinner every night, together. (In front of the TV, granted, but together nonetheless.) Because things have been so all over the place, and a little chaotic, we’ve had a hard time maintaining our routine. 

Tonight, we cooked dinner together, I even helped. We prepared our food, waited, and ate it together. 

It felt so nice. The extra things we are doing- work for him, visiting my mom for me- were fun, and I was glad we did them. But I am a girl who does best with routine, with predictability. I like knowing what to expect and what is coming. It’s comforting for me. I think I spent just a little bit too much time lately out of my comforting routine. It feels very, very nice to be back.

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Churchill Downs

February 17, 2009

We went to Churchill Downs and did a tour of that racetrack, which included lots of information about the Kentucky Derby. It was beautiful. I preferred Keeneland, but this was very pretty too. After that we had lunch and went to the mall, so the camera, sadly, wasn’t out much today.

Twin Spires, apparently famous, at Churchill Downs

Twin Spires, apparently famous, at Churchill Downs

 

Famous horse and Pat Day, famous jockey

Famous horse and Pat Day, famous jockey

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Kentucky

February 16, 2009

I am spending some time at my mom’s in good old Kentucky. The trip here, while uneventful, wasn’t necessarily pleasant, but the time has been. It’s so good to see my mom.

Kentucky is nothing if not beautiful, even in February when all the grass is brown.

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Kentucky Sunrise, about 7:30am

We left this morning at about 7:15am to go do a tour of Kentucky. Got to see Keeneland, which was beautiful.

Race Track.

Race Track.

The best part of the day, outside of seeing my mom, was seeing the newborn thoroughbred babies. This guy is somewhere between 2 and 4 days old.

Foal

Foal

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New Jersey Hawks

February 15, 2009

 

A few weeks ago, while I was with my sister and the kids, I had the chance to watch Caleb play basketball with his Special Olympics team. I was choking back tears at the beginning of the game. Not because I was sad, because I was so touched. The kids were so damn cute, and they were all out there, having fun and playing basketball. It was so normal and yet so special all at the same time. 

 

Look what I did!

Look what I did!

 

 

Important Armbands

Important Armbands

A few minutes after Caleb started playing, he comes running over to the stands and motioning that he needed his armbands. These are clearly important to the athlete. He stayed with us a few weeks ago, no basketball, and he wore his armbands almost the entire time he was here. 

 

Ambition

Ambition

 

 

Water Break

Water Break

 

 

Still need mom sometimes

Still need mom sometimes

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Squeak?

February 8, 2009

In exciting events at casa de Less of Paige this past week:

6:15am: me, going into the bathroom to start getting ready for the day after convincing myself to get out of bed

6:17: Why is Rory sniffing around the back of the toilet and behind her litter box? Must be a spider, that’s how she acts with spiders. Hmm. That’s a quick moving spider, she keeps going back and forth… Let me check it out.

6:19: SHIIIIT!! Paige runs at full speed into the bedroom and jumps on the bed, for safety.

6:19.30: Khalil literally goes from sleeping position to standing straight up… WHAT?!? What’s wrong? Are you ok? Oh God, what’s wrong? Hon!

6:20: Mouse! There’s a MOUSE! In the bathroom! Ohgodohgodohgod there’s a MOUSE! (accompanied by trembling and fear)

6:25: Khalil has now revealed that he had an inkling that we might have a mice “friend” given the odd positions he had found Rory in, and that she had seemed a bit ‘off’. Turns out she was looking for her friend. We have the most useless cat ever. She just watches the mouse. Doesn’t bother to kill it. Clearly she is under the impression that she is here on a free ride.

6:30: me, to Khalil: You have to go check the bathroom before I go in. You have to make sure it’s not in there.

6:32: Go check the bathroom again, just to make sure. Check everything, behind the litter box, in the shower, everywhere.

Yes. We had a mouse. I’m working under the assumption that it is now dead, killed by the poison we hid in the hole we think it came out of. It was horrible. I had a friend once who had to sleep over because they got mice in their apartment. She had spent like 3 nights awake because she thought the mice would come in her bed. So she came with her two girls and slept over so they could all get some sleep. I thought she was nuts then, now on some level I understand.

Since then I have been hearing stories. My friend had a mice run over her feet when she got home from vacation. Another, in 8th grade, stood on the kitchen table for an hour waving a wooden spoon and screaming at a mouse until her parents came home. Another started googling things like “can mice jump on beds?”. Turns out they are more common than anyone talks about. Wish I had known that.

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Pathetic? Who, me? Yeah.

February 3, 2009

My husband and I are opposites. He is an only child and he thrives and recharges on alone time. When I go away, or when he’s out and about and I’m home, he does well. It’s not that he doesn’t miss me on some level, but he’s just the kind of guy that does well with alone time. He can be alone and not be lonely. He likes the time to think, to process. 

I’m the opposite. I don’t mind time alone, in small doses. I like an hour or two when I get home from work to decompress. But honestly? I like being with people. I’ll take it however- on the phone, online, in person. My preference, though, is to have him home with me. I recharge with time with friends, but I super recharge after time with him. 

I’m not sure why. He’s just that safe place. I can be a wee bit moody, and sadly for him he sees it the most. I think because I feel like he’s the safest place I have. The place I can just be, and think, and whatever. And sometimes that’s overwhelming and I get snippy. 

But he’s safe. 

So he and I are both working really hard lately on some business ventures. What this means, though, is less time. Both while we are home, and time out of the home. He does fine with this. 

I maybe fall apart at the seams a little. I KNOW, it’s so… ugh, pathetic. “my boy is gone, what shall i do??” i KNOW. But I can’t help it. I feel safe and myself with him. This month he has two big conferences to go to. So he’ll be in NYC alot. Which is fine, and in my head I am 100% ok with that. I support it, and actually I am really excited and proud of him. 

But ugh. Am I ever moody these days. 

I hate admitting it. I do. But I will miss him. My goal is to not make him pay for it while he is home.