Your perception is not my reality. And my perception, is not yours. Somewhere in between, usually shall lie the truth. With that in mind, let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, many moons and meals ago … back when I was severely overweight … I went to an outdoor party. It was a cookout of sorts. I was very self-conscious. It was summer, very hot, and I hated wearing summer clothes anyway. I was stressing out about what to wear. On top of that, there is the whole SED thing … and I was freaking out about what would be available that I could eat (or give the illusion of eating). Even if they made hamburgers, and I could eat it plain … I was worried about whether or not the hosts would season or marinate their meat, and if they did, it would be a no-go for me. Also – the smells – the myriad of horrible aromas that would radiate the place from all of the condiments, salads, and such … I always dreaded the smells of such events. I was just glad it was outdoors. The good news is that I am perky, outgoing and usually could blow off such stress and anxiety with humor or sarcasm … and enjoy the people, rather than the food. I always, always ate beforehand when attending such activities. But I tell you all of this to set the stage for my mindset. On the outside, I’m happy-go-lucky and enthusiastic and the life of the party. On the inside, I’m freaking out about how I look and the food issues.
So, after a lot of walking around and small talk, I find a chair to call my own. Time to relax. I plant my big butt in the chair and it collapses … and I tumble to the ground. It was literally as if I had squashed the chair like a bug and now Deb is sprawled out on the patio. Can we say ‘humiliated’? I was mortified. I was absolutely convinced, in my mind, that the chair broke because I was too heavy. I immediately concluded that I obliterated the chair with my massive girth.
Now, just as I am about to laugh it off with some random awkward dose of sarcasm… a little old lady points out a part of the chair that was clearly already broken. She literally offers me a hand to help me up and makes a funny remark about how I had the misfortune to pick the broken chair in which to rest my bum. MY perception was that I broke the chair with my butt — yet that was most definitely NOT her perception at all.
So maybe keep my silly story in mind the next time you’re about to jump to conclusions, even about yourself. Remember your perceptions shape your reality. How do you see yourself? How do you see the world? Do you like what you see? If not, go change it. Carry on.
As always, make champion choices,
The Healthy Habit Lady