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by pangelsue » Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:30 pm
Wow, what a good conversation this is! I loved reading it and related to a lot of it. As a recovering perfectionist myself (When I fail as a parent, for at least a day, all I can remember are all my failures as a parent. When I fail at work, I think everyone now sees me as a total failure. I have very few close personal friendships because I am always afraid they will see my feet of clay and reject me.) Sick, I know and like others that wrote here, I have been working on that way of thinking, with and without professional help for many, many years. The passage of years has allowed me to put the parenthood thing somewhat in perspective and my wonderful husband, who is very good at making friends, has helped me through the friendship hurdle. Getting close to retirement, has put the work thing in some perspective as well. That's called the "who cares anymore" way of thinking. LOL. BUT the big one, the one I have never, ever conquered is the diet one. I have given up every diet I was ever on because of all or nothing thinking. This is the first one ever that has lasted beyond the first or second failure. Parenting, friendship, marriage, none of these things have roadmaps to follow. When a failure happens, it is usually a land mine situation. For those of us who overplan everything in our lives to avoid mistakes, these land mines are devastating and we reel long after the bomb goes off, living it and reliving it and trying to make sure it never happens again. (I personally think most post traumatic stress victims are perfectionists.)
And for me, this is the rub with eating and food. Being fat is wearing your failure on the outside where everyone can see it. It is a total and continuing failure, visible to all. To make matters worse, there was a clear roadmap to follow to avoid this failure. This food is good for you, that one isn't. This is success, this is failure. This is allowed, that isn't. Even amounts to eat are roadmapped. So, as a perfectionist, why didn't I follow the roadmap and take this rare oppurtunity to be perfect in this one area of life that has a clear roadmap clearly stating the rules? Because, I am human that's why, and I have a great deal of trouble dealing with the fact that failure is inevitable. If the map is clear, if it is a no brainer and I fail, it must be really be me who is the dunce, the dullard, the idiot who just can't follow even the simplest plan without screwing up. That is how I see it. We are all attracted to new diets because they promise: follow these simple rules and you can't fail. Sounds easy and we get to score one for the perfectionist in us. Whenever I found an interesting new diet, I would immediately picture myself thin and gorgeous and everyone would ask me how I did it. I would tell them and they would be amazed at how in control I was. Never again would I be at a beach or trying on clothes and have some look at me with that "back away from the buffet, lady" look. I'd buy the book, read it from cover to cover, buy all the foods and/or get rid of all the bad foods and start the diet the next day. This time would be the charm. I would be a success and everyone would be able to see it, just by looking at me. A short time later, I'd fail, give up that diet and frantically search for the next one. I am obsessed with getting rid of this very visible failure in my life.
Slowly, very slowly I am accepting the fact that failures and successes are all part of the continuing process to reach my goal. And that the only REAL failure, is giving up all together. Like Reinhard and others have said, acknowledge the failure without becoming the failure. Sounds so easy, but is so hard. So for me, onward armed with basement levels of failure. Level one, funny stuff. (tasting while cooking, nibbling while cleaning up. Level 2 - one all out ceritfiable snack, sugar item. And level 3 -Landmine day complete with loss of limbs and triage. But whether it is level 1,2 or 3, they will still be failures. Undeniable but survivable.
A lot of growing up happens between "it fell" and "I dropped it."