Life in the Fast Lane

Occasionally I like to play chicken with my psyche and my body.

I do things do prove a point. Not really for anyone else but myself.

For example the time someone told me that I wouldn’t have enjoyed a boat trip because I would have trouble with the ladder in and out of the water.

Angry and stung, I found one of the few climbing walls in Doha and hauled myself half way up. Hated every second of it, but I proved a point to myself.

Did I ever tell that friend about my triumph? No of course not, they had moved on. I did too, after the climbing wall of course.

Another example is my decision to give up Diet Coke for Lent. I literally went from a four can a day habit to nothing last Wednesday. Why? Because I could.

The result? I’m sleeping better!

My current obsession is with Cross Fit and whether I am too overweight to do it. I will eventually, I just need an impetus and possibly a desire to join a cult.

So this is where I am at with my eating. If I can do theses things for other aspects of my life, why can’t I adapt this stubborn streak to other areas?

I am daring myself to try a juice detox fast for three days. No solids just fresh cold pressed juices from Raw ME, a Qatari raw food company.

I wondered whether I would be able to give up food and do a proper fast for three days. Whether I could find ways to occupy my time other than preparing food, thinking about food, eating food, feeling guilty about food.

And here I am. One day in. Five juices down.

Yes, I have a headache and am feeling more listless post-work than usual. But still alive and still ready to prove it to myself that it can be done.

Two more days left. Counting…

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Walking on the Chinese Walls

I really admire those people who can compartmentalize nearly every aspect of their lives.

Separate personal from private, groups of friends, love and loss from their everyday exterior.

I know people who are masters and mistresses of this. Slicing up portions of their lives, erecting Chinese walls around them for protection or just because that’s how they are.

That, I cannot do. I would make a terrible poker player. I wear my feelings on my face and so it seems everywhere else on my body.

I have read many times that people who have weight issues eat to numb pain/emotions/issues. I don’t think I do that people I actually FEEL everything. As i have said recently, I am a crier.

I feel everything said and done to me as well as around me so acutely. From personal slights to even world events.

I know I need to learn to get that in check. In the meantime, anyone know a good builder, I need me some of those Chinese walls.

Girl Meets Wall

Girl Meets Wall