It’s been an adventure, that’s for sure, this Wheat Belly way of living – eating differently, thinking differently, feeling differently. Sleeping differently, looking differently. All different – good – wonderful – but different. Empowering different.
Hubbs is on board, cheering me on. Youngest boy enjoys being my “sample taster.” Friends are asking questions. One has reacted negatively, because when you change it can create friction in a relationship – your change, motion, and movement can make another feel like they’re standing still. Years ago I would have stopped my progress to rush back and “save” her and our rapport. Not anymore.
Talking with a colleague about her unhappy relationship I listened in sadness as she described all she does for her boyfriend and how little it’s appreciated. I listened as she told me about taking his kids to school, along with hers, how he doesn’t like it when she has to travel because he must assume her role. It’s been three years and there’s no ring on her finger and between you and me, I don’t think he ever intended to put one there. I listened until I couldn’t and then asked her this, “If you had a girlfriend telling you all this, what would your advice be?”
Making small changes to better my health have me feeling like I lifted the curtain – I can see clearly now, the rain is gone. The view has sharpened. It has less to do with what I’m eating and more to do with (finally) putting my name on that d*mn “to-do” list I’ve carried for 30 years. And when you do it, finally do it, the clarity you enjoy lessens tolerance for the curtains around you.
My colleague? Settling for an unhealthy relationship with a guy who treats her badly. I can’t save her. She has to save herself.
Can you relate to this post? Are you on your “to do” list? What messages have you told yourself and are you willing to change the message?
“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” ~e.e. cummings
emjayandthem in grade one
