If you’ve been reading for any length of time, you know I used to eat Goldfish crackers by the bagful(s).

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They were usually accompanied by a bottle of wine and followed up with something (a lot of it) sweet. I was a binge eater and while I also binged on other foods, Goldfish crackers came to symbolize the issue for me (and so what that means for purposes of this post is that when I write “Goldfish crackers” it might also mean some other binge food).

Ten-ish years ago, when I decided for the millionth time that I wanted to lose weight, I told myself I couldn’t have Goldfish crackers any more. But I often found myself buying them in secret and bingeing on them anyway. There was a lot of shame and desperation involved. I tried to stop myself, but damn! I loved Goldfish crackers!

And then one day, a few years ago, I decided that instead of trying to restrict myself and then hating myself when I “gave in,” I would just give myself permission to eat Goldfish crackers whenever I wanted and love and accept myself at the same time.

Slowly, over time, my binges became fewer and farther in between and the amount I would eat became less and less. For sure, I’d still buy Goldfish crackers and sometimes I would eat more than a serving, but I did it in a much more mindful way. A bag might last several days instead of an hour.

Goldfish crackers became something that I believed I would always love, might sometimes choose to have, and even might sometimes choose to binge on, but they slowly lost their hold on me. And I chose to learn the lessons that I could only learn when I paid attention to the thoughts I was thinking as I reached the bottom of the bag.

And then, about a month ago I was at a party (my grandson’s second birthday), and there was a HUGE bowl of Goldfish crackers on the table. I hadn’t had them in quite a while. I turned to him and said, “How did you know that Boo-Boo LOVES Goldfish crackers??”

I scooped up a handful and popped a couple in my mouth…crunched them up and after a second or two, realized that they didn’t taste nearly as good as I thought they would. In fact, I’d have to say I didn’t like them at all. I had the opportunity to have them again recently, just had to have a couple, and sure enough, I found them almost repulsive.

Boo-Boo does NOT love Goldfish crackers!

I’ve written about this phenomenon many times over the years. It’s not about white knuckling it and being in control. It’s about taking control out of the equation. Goldfish crackers do not control me and I don’t have to control Goldfish crackers.

This might not be your desired way of approaching a similar issue in your life, but I have found great peace in taking baby steps. It might not be sexy. It might mean that certain goals take longer to reach. It probably won’t attract the media. Whatever.

If change was supposed to happen fast, children would grow up in 12 months. Patience and process win in the change game. ~ Susan Giurleo

Are you a cold-turkey type or a baby-step type?

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So, having turned 50, it was time for that rite of passage known as a colonoscopy. My appointment was at 10:30 this morning. I spent Tuesday and Wednesday eating a “low residue” diet, which basically consisted of applesauce, bananas, eggs, chicken noodle soup with some mushy carrots (homemade, but still), cottage cheese, white bread (I had a medium-sized onion roll with butter), and saltine crackers (edit: and a couple of turkey/spinach meatloaf muffins I made with breadcrumbs instead of oatmeal).

By the end of the first day I felt foggy and exhausted! By the end of the second day, I was foggier, more exhausted, and achy, and I had wicked cramps, gas, and the runs, and I hadn’t even started the “prep”!

From 6 p.m. Wednesday until after the procedure today, I was on a clear-liquid only diet, which, when I looked at the list, seemed to be mostly made up of sugar-laden beverages (sure, artificial sweeteners were also on the list, but eeeww). I purchased some Pedialyte, as “sports drinks” like Gatorade were recommended to replace electrolytes (but I’ve never liked Gatorade), and in addition to that, I drank lots of water, had a couple of mugfuls of low-sodium chicken broth, a couple of cups of chamomile tea, a bowl of Jello, and a couple of popsicles.

But go figure, I felt A LOT better once the low-residue foods were out of my system…hunger wasn’t much of an issue at all.

And, as far as colonoscopy preps go (at least based on everything I’ve heard from others), it was a cakewalk. Due to my anxiety around vomiting (which usually causes me to pass out), I asked the doctor (during the initial consultation) about alternatives to the dreaded GoLytely. EVERYBODY I know who has taken it said made them nauseated and/or caused them to vomit.

He recommended OSMO Prep, which consists of 32 laxative tablets, 20 of which are to be taken the night before (four at a time, every 15 minutes), and the remainder to be taken five hours before the procedure.

I was able to go to sleep around 10:30 last night, as the tablets seemed to have finished “working.” I woke up around 2:30…got some water and “went” some more, then fell back asleep until the alarm woke me at 5:00 so I could take the rest of the pills. And as I write this, I am remembering a weird dream I had! In it, I had overslept to about 7 a.m. and tried to the take the rest of the tablets but couldn’t find them all…weird.

Anyway, I lolled around in bed reading in between “going.” I didn’t have any cramps, and the procedure itself went well (I was blissfully asleep).

What truly amazed me is how absolutely crappy I felt after eating the rather innocuous “low-residue” food. Could it have been the lack of fiber and the addition of “white” processed carbs? All I know is that most of the foods on that list are foods I rarely eat!

And what it taught me is that I want to be even more careful about what I put into my body!

Have you ever had an experience in which you drastically changed your diet, even just for a couple of days, and noticed a significant difference in how you felt?

Feeling a little loopy, but good, afterwards. I think the Propofol and Versed (which, by the way, were administered by a very handsome and kind anesthesiologist), was the best part of the whole experience!

Feeling a little loopy, but good, afterwards. I think the Propofol and Versed (which, by the way, were administered by a very handsome and kind anesthesiologist), was the best part of the whole experience!

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Fear, sadness, shame, desperation, anger…

I’ve come to view these so-called “negative” feelings as rather fascinating…not to mention how much data they can provide for me if I choose to feel them.

I had an interaction recently that triggered some old, ugly thoughts/feelings/behaviors. I found myself the next day moping around, with seemingly insatiable hunger, wanting to get stuff done but distracting myself with Facebook instead. Then I’d get up and look in the fridge or cupboard, hoping for something mind-numbingly yummy to appear.

And then I realized that I what I really needed to do was to just allow myself to be frustrated and angry…because right after the aforementioned interaction occurred? I wall all, “I’ll take the high road…I’m choosing not to go there! Lalalalala!”

So finally I just allowed myself to get angry. I did a little exercise whereby I gave my anger the voice it was asking for.

I sat down and wrote, “I’m pissed because…FUCK YOU!”

That was the first thing I wrote! And I kept writing, “I’m angry because…” and more and more stuff poured out until I finally got to the truth.

It was only then that I was able to calm down and ask myself how I wanted to feel…knowing that it’s my feelings that ultimately drive my behavior.

And no one, including myself, was harmed as a result of the anger I chose to feel.

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a trillion times: it’s not about never feeling negative emotions…it’s about knowing that I have a choice, and that sometimes choosing anger is supremely necessary. When I allow myself to feel it all the way through, I can move on.

Do you give your emotions the voice they are asking for? Do you know how? The process is simple…it’s recognizing the need to do so that sometimes trips us up.

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“It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life. Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.” ~ Joseph Campbell

I recently took part in a conversation about how some traditional self-help and therapy often focus on and perpetuate “brokenness” and keep people stuck in their “stories.”

I’ve had that experience myself. While traditional therapy has helped me in many ways, in other ways I allowed it to keep me focused on what I perceived as “wrong.” I focused on what I thought of as my wound, not on my wholeness.

Here’s how I understand it now: there’s the story of my life and the stuff that happened, and then there’s the “story” – what I made the stuff that happened mean.

You and I? We’re meaning-making machines. Stuff happens and we make it mean something. We jump right from the circumstance into the feeling, seemingly forgetting that our brains are playing a key role in how we interpret our circumstances.

What I make it mean depends on all the things I’ve learned and experienced, from the time I was born; and what you make it mean depends on all the things you’ve learned and experienced, from the time you were born.

It’s the meaning we put on our experiences that turn them from neutral circumstances without bias, into life-altering events that we judge as good or bad.

And guess what? Even with all the things we’ve learned and experienced from the time we were born, we can choose to change the meaning of what happened.

For example, from this: “My parents got divorced and I grew up in an abusive, violent, alcoholic household, so therefore I am damaged. It shouldn’t have happened that way.”

To this, “My parents got divorced and I grew up in an abusive, violent, alcoholic household, so therefore I am strong and resilient. It happened exactly the way it was supposed to.”

It was only when I started to see myself as complete and whole – “as is” – that I was able to drop the “story” and move the heck on.

Now, that’s not to say that acknowledging one’s story and choosing to feel the accompanying pain isn’t important or valuable. In fact, I’d say it’s imperative! Too often we’re told (by others and even ourselves) to “suck it up” or “get over it already” and that’s not useful or helpful either, if we haven’t allowed ourselves to feel whatever it is we need to feel. In fact, it’s downright destructive!

In order to elevate ourselves of our “stories,” we have to be IN them and examining them, at least for a while. We have to choose to feel our feelings all the way through, so we can then release them. This doesn’t mean wallowing or indulging the feeling without doing the work. It means accepting what happened (not to be confused with approving of or condoning) and being willing to change the meaning of it. So you can feel better.

And we all know that when we feel better, we do better.

I didn’t go from telling my “story” to telling my story in one easy, quick step. It’s a process that has been years in the making and will continue well into the future.

Do you understand the distinction between your story and your “story”?

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“There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.”  ~ Anais Nin

Several years ago I attended an event at which actress/author Jamie Lee Curtis was the keynote speaker.

Prior to her talk, Jamie Lee Curtis came around to all 80 tables at the Well-Healed Woman Event (2009) and chatted.

Prior to her talk, Jamie Lee Curtis came around to all 80 tables at the Well-Healed Woman Event (2009) and chatted.

She spoke about how important the truth is to her, and included the above quote from Anais Nin. And to illustrate why the truth is often so hard to know, and how often the truth is not pretty, she also recited a passage from the Talmud:

You don’t see things as they are; you see them as you are.

She spoke about how she came to be in the place she is today – being a mom to a son with learning issues, writing children’s books, doing Activia commercials, and speaking to groups of women like the one of which I was a part.   She asked, “How did I get to this place?”

In answer to her own question, she recited the Serenity Prayer:

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; And the wisdom to know the difference.

“It’s all about acceptance,” Jamie Lee added.

She pointed out how so many people use addiction to avoid self-acceptance: food, alcohol, technology, shopping, celebrity, plastic surgery, and so on. She noted the two extremes of obesity and anorexia nervosa, and the fact that it’s hard to know what “normal” is anymore.

“What women do to themselves because they are not satisfied with what they see, with who they really are, is staggering,” she said. “What they do to themselves makes it so they can’t see themselves as they really are. And in the end it doesn’t work because when they look at themselves in the mirror, they see the fraud, they see the lie.”

And so, the cycle continues.

Jamie Lee related that she felt lucky to have received the truth in an illuminating moment. On the day that Princess Diana died, Jamie Lee had turned to a book of Buddhist meditations that she’d been given.

“I am not into meditating, but I thought the book would impress my friends,” she joked.  ”But that day, I picked it up and read the introduction and it started off like this:  ’Someone who is living mindfully, at the moment of their death, asks themselves two questions: Did I live wisely? Did I love well?’”

She reminded us about the life Diana had chosen to live versus the life she was supposed to live.  ”She is someone who had definitely learned how to live wisely and who had loved well. And ever since then, at the end of every day, I ask myself those two questions:  Did I live wisely?  Did I love well?  It has become the framework for my life.”

For me, Jamie Lee’s talk wasn’t an instant illumination, but yet another fragment in the laborious mosaic that is my life.

I’m curious. Are you satisfied with what you see when you look in the mirror? With who you are? Are you loving well? And most importantly, are you loving yourself well?  I’d love to hear from you, either in the comments below or you can send me an email karen {at} kclanderson {dot} com. Let me know what’s on your mind.

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Acceptance Quote
Are you ashamed about your body, your history, your loves, your longings? If you know in your heart that these things are right for you, stop trying to fix, change, expel, or squash them. Share them. Take them out in public every darn chance you get. Now say it out loud: “I’m so proud of myself.” The rush of strength and expansiveness that comes from declaring this honestly is the antidote to paralysis and the beginning of many wonderful adventures. ~ Martha Beck

I want to add this: as you say, “I’m so proud of myself!” raise your arms over your head as if you just crossed a finish line. This very act causes your brain to reduce cortisol (stress hormone), to increase testosterone (for empowerment), and stimulates confidence. Watch this amazing TED talk by social psychologist Amy Cuddy to learn more.

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My name is Karen Anderson. I am the Acceptance Whisperer . What I do…how I help others…can sometimes be uncomfortable. It’s intense. But’s it’s a good intense. Really. I know because I’ve been there and done that. It can also be a lot of fun. My clients and me? We laugh more than we cry.

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