When Your Motivation Flat Lines
When a Craving Gets in Your Face
When You’re Tired & Frustrated and Want to Give In
Stop. Just wait a sec. Breathe. You’re in the middle of a storm. Caught in the blizzard of a craving, storming all around you.
I’ve been in a white out and it feels bloody scary. I am blindly moving because I can barely see anything in front of me. I’ve lost sight of the way ahead, feeling small and trapped, terrified, like I’m in real danger of getting lost in the storm. I feel an urgency to make it stop; I feel panic. The struggle to get through this is all I can focus on. Please help me get through this! Time becomes eternity while I’m trying to hold on, to stay on the path, to make it until I can see my way again, to get through this to the other side of a safe, calm clarity.
Can you relate to being caught up trying to resist a craving? The anxious fervent need to make it stop and go away. Numb it. Stuff it away.
Breathe. Get up and walk.
In the calm after the storm, I know I’m not really going to die to the urge, to the craving, to the urgency. But it sure feels like 24/7 hell during the inner storm, doesn’t it?
Like when I quit smoking, I was told the craving lasts 2 minutes. Well I thought I can manage two minutes. Breathe. But those two minutes were so close together. At first. Just keep walking.
Then, in the light through the crack of a tiny moment, my inner wisdom whispers to me.
My thinking is creating my insecure feelings. I’m caught in the experience of feeling my insecure thinking. Breathe.
Repeat. I breathe… feeling just a sliver of calm awareness enter. I sigh. I keep walking.
I hear my innate wisdom tell me I’m okay. We’re not born overeaters. We are born naturally well, naturally slim, naturally okay.
And we’re human. And we think. It’s part of the design. And I’m still a work in progress.
So I remember the “I” that’s me, aware that I’ve got a rush of insecure thought blowing all about. I step back to notice the storm and remember the storm is not me. I am not the storm. I think, but I am not my thoughts. I feel, but I am not my feelings. I am much more than I think I am. So for now, in this moment, I remember this and breathe. Calmer.
Even when we don’t see the sun during the winter storm, it’s still there. Even when we don’t see the electricity that lights up our dark night, it’s still there. Even when we don’t see our body heal a wound, it still does.
Even when you don’t see the “I” that is you thinking insecure thoughts, you are still more than you think you are. Even when you’re lost in a moment of an insecure thought storm, and you don’t see your beautiful soul, your wisdom, and your natural well-being, you’re still there. Always.
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