I Surrender, part I

I want to always be striving to be a better person. 
I want to work hard. 
I want to keep growing, and letting myself be uncomfortable. 

I do realize, though, that sometimes it is better to surrender.

I surrender to the fact that I will always be overweight according to someone's chart.

At work, we have these "health advisers" that come once a year to evaluate us.  And it is an evaluation.  We actually get grades for the answers to a questionnaire and our blood work numbers.  We do not have to participate, but we get monetary compensation for doing so. 

When my youngest was one, I decided that I wanted to (finally) get out of the overweight column. 

At the first meeting (four years ago), I weighed 139 pounds and was told that I needed to be 123 pounds in order to be a healthy weight.

The next year, I weighed 122.  I was quite shocked (and angry), when I was told that I needed to be 113 pounds in order to be a healthy weight.

I skipped a year.  I went back (last year).  I weighed 114 pounds.  I was told that I needed to be 109 pounds.  So, I have been plodding toward that goal.

So, to recap, our health adviser told me to get to 123, I did.  Then, they said, "no, you need to get to 113."  I did.  Now, I am supposed to get to 109.  Isn't this a symptom of an abusive relationship? 

I know "abusive relationship" is a bit of an exaggeration, but yesterday, if you asked me why I was still trying to lose weight (and friends have in the past few months), my answer would have been "Because that lady with [our health adviser] said I needed to."

I did talk to my doctor.  She said that although she wouldn't tell me I shouldn't lose weight, I was at the point where I would no longer be losing weight for health reasons.  But the fact that some person at some company would give my health a "C" grade because of the number on the scale still bugs me.

...I know...that's messed up...

So, as of right now, I surrender.  I will stop trying to change my Life and my body to gain approval from a stranger. 

Now...where'd I put those cookies?

Pit Stop

On my journey toward inner peace, I had a pit stop today at "sobbing behind my van out of the line of sight of my son"...not a fun place.  We had just left the psychiatrists's office, and I had gotten a shock.

I had thought that the Easter Seals' Autistic Diagnostic screening was irrefutable.  I carried around the piece of paper saying that he was not on the spectrum much longer than a healthy  person should.  The doctor disagrees with the team at Easter Seals.  She thinks he is on the spectrum as PDD-NOS (Pervasive Developmental Disorder - No Other Specified). 

I felt like I had been sucker punched.  I am still reeling really.  It was not even a possibility I had imagined.  I keep waiting for this situation (someone telling me he is autistic) to not hurt so much or to not scare me so badly.

Clearly, in the words of Aragorn, that day is not today.  I am not sure when it will be, but I am sure it will come.  My son's challenges are just that...challenges.  I know that to view his particular struggles as a tragedy would be disrespectful to him and to Life.  I have to have faith that we can handle what comes our way because I NEED to have faith that he can handle anything that comes his.

Hell and Back

As the spring semester comes to a close, it is my habit to look back at the year and evaluate it.

The past few days have been really emotional as I have done just that.  I am not usually a proponent of trotting out my laundry list of challenges, but I think that at this moment it might be useful.

Here are the most difficult challenges of my school year and what I've learned:

• My son's speech - We started the school year having our little guy evaluated for Autism Spectrum Disorder.  It turned out that he is not on the spectrum.  He has been in a local Bright Beginnings program this past school year, and I am tempted to call them miracle workers.  They are (of course) underpaid, devoted, professional, caring, and brilliant.  He has blossomed under their care, and I am so deeply grateful to these women.  I have learned in the past year that this kiddo will probably have many speech (and occupational) therapists throughout his Life, but he'll only have one mother.  My energy is best spent working at being a better mother, and letting some of the speech therapy go.
  
• My son's anxiety - For the first time since he was two, we have entire car rides with no screaming.  He wakes up the morning happy and looking forward to the day.  I can clearly see what a change this had made in his Life, but I had not fathomed what a change that it would make in my Life.  To not be screamed at is a lovely, luxurious feeling.  It makes me sad for our family that we lived through years of this before we found some relief.  The decision to put him on medication was the most excruciating decision I have made as a parent, and my heart goes out to parents that have to make those kind of tough, high stakes choices often.  I have learned that I am stronger than I tell myself.  I can handle what comes... I think.
• My father-in-law's death - My father-in-law died on December 23rd.  He was a thoughtful, haunted man who I loved very much.   I re-learned what an amazing man my husband is.  He has crawled through his grief and has never taken the easy way out of his pain.  He has faced each horrendous moment of this awful Journey with bravery and love.  He is my hero.  I cannot imagine my Life without him.

When I was discussing with my husband last night how much I am processing what we've been through, I mentioned that I feel like our family has been to Hell and back.  He responded "you never really get back."
Maybe he's right.   Maybe we never get all the way back.  Maybe I'm just resting on a park bench in purgatory.  I'll take it, and be thankful.

IS Vanity Fair?

I turned 40 this year, and have noticed what everyone notices at some point. My body is not the same as it was 20 years ago. As ridiculously obvious as this sounds, there are still moments of wonder at this fact. Thoughts like "Why does that hurt?" and "When did those lines appear?" are sprinkled throughout my day more and more.

I do care about my appearance. I can say all I want that I am exercising for my heart, but it is not my arteries I see sagging. I can insist that I want to age gracefully...all the way to my hair color appointment. Having two small children and a full time job DOES ensure my efficiency in getting ready. So, I don't really question the amount of time spent in front of the mirror.

I DO question the amount of thought that goes into how I look. If the intention behind the thought was simply self-respect and respect for the people forced to look at me throughout the day, that would be admirable. That would be aligned with my path to inner peace. Since I have seen myself after a few days "in" (vacation, spring break, etc.), without the subtle social pressure to groom, I would have to say that mere self-respect is not a realistic answer.

So, what's a 40-year-old girl to do? Let myself go to seed in my search for Nirvana? Viewing this question as if coming from a friend, I would say balance is a good first step. Balancing acceptance of who and what I am with the discipline with always striving to be better would create the space in my Life to appear presentable without becoming one of those annoying women who bemoans every second of Life because she's getting o..l..d..

Ok. That sounds good. Balance...yup, just strive for balance... Now, off to find some "balanced" anti-wrinkle cream...