She asks if I’m numb,
I’m not really sure how I feel.
So I guess the answer is yes.
I’m not really sure what I am, but if I had been feeling anything I probably wouldn’t have gotten my running shoes and handed them over with really no fight.
I’m more fearful of gaining weight than losing my job;
and if we’re honest,
only one of them has driven me to starve myself.
Maybe my problem is that I really just think too much.
I doubt and I worry.
Which in itself isn’t a bad thing, but it is the only thing standing in my way.
I doubt my own abilities.
This week, I was given a menu to follow for food.
Like a meal plan, but really with no options or substitutes, which is what I really need right now.
No gray area, more or less this menu is a list of chores or rules that need to be followed, non-negotiables.
It was a direct: “Wednesday have this that and the other.”
Not a “try this”, or “how about that”, but something black and white to follow, which for some reason makes it easier. Just like when I am reassured that I don’t need to run, or am told to flat out “stop running”. It makes it easier when I’m not able to bargain or weasel my way out, no loop holes, or ways around it.
I find and make excuses daily. Reasons why I don’t need to eat, shouldn’t eat, am too busy to eat.
I think. And it gets me into the hole I find myself in.
With this menu, there are no other options, no thinking, no excuses.
For the next couple of days I’m going to do. Not think or try.
For now, it needs to be something that I just do.
I will always remember the conversation I had with my pastor when I lived with him and his wife.
Me: “I don’t want to.”
Him: “That’s fine, you don’t have to….”
Him: “….you don’t have to WANT to, but you’re going to.”
So, for this week, I really don’t want to, and I don’t have to want to.