We all have that little voice in our heads that narrates our behavior during the course of our lives. You know what voice I’m talking about. That’s the voice that just said to you, “What little voice?”
We all have that little voice in our heads that narrates our behavior during the course of our lives. You know what voice I’m talking about. That’s the voice that just said to you, “What little voice?” Most of us go through our daily routines without giving that voice much thought. We hear it as it advises us which road to take on a heavy traffic thoroughfare, and it’s the voice we hear when we walk in the door after a hard day’s work. It’s the voice that tells us to kick off our shoes, but keep them out of the path of family members who might step on them.
That little voice has been with us since we were old enough to understand our place in the world, and to understand the rules by which we live. For some of us that voice is a harsh critic that never shuts up. It tells us we are “not worthy,” and we “shouldn’t try out for that job because we’ll never get it.” It’s also the voice that tells us we’re not pretty enough to attract the boy we have a crush on. Or it may be the voice that tells us “give him what he wants and he’ll love you.”
I’ve recently had a run in with that voice in my own life. I’ve been a weight watcher for more years than I choose to remember, and for much of that time I’ve had the challenge of arguing with that voice – but we all have another voice. It may not be as loud as the critical voice, but the other voice is the one that loves. The voice that loves me won several months ago. I was at a buffet where they had lots of my favorite southern down home goodness comfort foods like mac ‘n cheese (this one had lobster), cornbread dripping in butter – I’ll stop there. The voice said, “Go ahead, indulge, you only live once!” The voice that loves me stood up to that little voice and boldly whispered back, “After you eat this meal with those over-the-top carbs and animal fat, you’re going to be sick. You don’t eat that way anymore. You’re a healthy person, remember?”
Sounds good, right? Yeah, you try saying that to yourself when your eyes, and your nose, and that little voice are telling you “C’mon, it’s only one meal. Why be so rigid?” It’s a struggle, but when you take charge of yourself, you really feel proud of the accomplishment. Rather than being rigid in the other direction – where I would feel totally deprived – I negotiated between the two voices, and the voice that loves me WON! I was able to have my cake and eat it! Only a small piece, but my voice told me I was satisfied. Yes, I was able to stay balanced and not flood myself with the artery clogging deliciousness I so desperately felt I couldn’t resist. I took charge of the moment. NOTHING TASTES AS GOOD AS THAT FEELS!
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