Tolerance vs. Telling Your Self the Truth
Monday, October 12th, 2009Hello. Happy you stopped by. You won’t miss one juicy tidbit if you sign up for updates in the box on your right. Don’t forget, it all starts with “My Cats Have Seen Me Naked” – a permanent healing message for you who struggle with bodily image.

A Deer in Mammoth
Animals live in the immediacy of every moment. They are incapable, due to their inability to think or reason, of self-deceit. You and I, on the other hand, have used our ability to think and reason to create scenarios-of-protection: rationale that we conjure up to protect ourselves from hurt.
And I would know this how? Oh, girlfriends, I am the Queen of Self-Deceit. And I’m such a know it all that I won’t permit anyone else to tell me what they see. No, I have to suffer through my mistakes until I give myself permission to finally see the truth.
I have been processing a doosey for nearly a month here, and I believe that I’m about the peel the wrappings off a substantial truth, so as part of my processing, I’ll share it with you because it is part and parcel of the reason behind why I remain obese.
I’m not at all sure when this happened, but behind the scenes in my one sweet life, behind the pretty, talented, intelligent me, there lurked a deep hidden doubt - the doubt that I am good. I don’t know when it started. I’m not sure why I’ve always felt that way. I just know it is my own, personal Linus blanket and it goes with me wherever I go.
Using it, I have kept myself from wealth. I have kept myself from health - although to a lesser degree in this category. I have kept myself from happiness. How have I done this? I have - in my own mind - made myself excluded. Due to my concept of not being good enough, I have made myself take a step backwards in so many situations they are uncountable. I have been permitting me to see myself doing this for some weeks now. I watch me observe a situation, and then I see the old tape click on and that drone of a voice that says “But not you, honey…..”
I don’t want to tolerate this any more. I’ve had enough. I want to pull the plug out and I want to let myself enjoy all that I’m supposed to do. This one sweet life is supposed to be about health, wealth and happiness and I want my full share. I want satisfaction and enjoyment, and I’m in the process of letting more in.
Stay tuned.
Pat


