The Stories we tell ourselves about ourselves

The stories we tell ourselves about ourselves

We all make up stories about ourselves at a young age – these stories are usually not accurate.
These stories lead us to make all kinds of BAD statements to ourselves about ourselves.

Usually there is a predicating event when we are somewhere between 3 and 6 yrs of age that cause these stories to come into existence. In my case –when I was about 4 and ½ my brother ended up with an axe in his skull- I had nothing to do with it- wasn’t even aware he had come outside till I heard him scream. Due to questions and statements of my parents at that time I started telling myself I was WORTHLESS!

Being worthless meant it did not matter if I ate Pop Tarts and coca cola 3 times a day, or if I have a Burger King Bacon and Cheese biscuit and a piece of Hersey sundae pie with a 32 oz Cola for Breakfast, or a lot of other” bad for all of us” foods at any point in the day. To have this weigh loss journey actually work I had to tackle this head space issue. Tackle is a good word for it too.

I had to come up with a couple of daily affirmation to help with this- I say them every day, several times a day. But like anything this headspace/attitude adjustment is a work in progress.

There are things that make me go right back to I’m WORTHLESS… things like the guys I have been meeting lately and the string of horrible 1st dates I have had. Last night was 1 of those- after just 70 minutes with this guy while he had dessert I felt completely worthless and ready to just give it all up after all- Chocolate Donuts NEVER EVER made me feel worthless by the way they behaved in a restaurant.

I was depressed and upset last night- but I have learned that instead of having Chocolate donuts and and then beating myself up even more for being worthless and weak, that I just need to communicate to folks I know it’s safe to vent to- I did just that last night- I emailed a few Male friends- that confirmed for me that ALL MEN are in fact NOT A-holes, had a good night’s sleep. This morning I greeted with another Gift from GOD- another Day to be alive and live and learn.

Thank you to my special Guy friends that I know it’s safe to vent to after these horrible dates. I am not going to mention you by names as to not embarrass you- but you know who you are and I love you and love that I can vent to you and you all never take it personally and re-affirm for me that in fact there are still Gentlemen and nice guys in this world.

These stories will NEVER go away- I will be working at not listening to that little voice in my head that keeps telling me “You are worthless, you can do nothing right”, the rest of my life.

What stories are you telling yourself about yourself? Are these stories good for you or detrimental to you? Do you need help in changing these stories?

This Journey sometimes can be frustrating, but still worth taking.

Love and Laughter

Hoorah
Terry