I am having to remind myself that what is happening with my eating is not a failure. Like anything in life, there are forces beyond our control that affect us. I am attempting to curb and control my eating by making sure that I keep healthy snacks in the house and keep a reign on what I do eat.
My sense of failure, like many people, comes from not meeting the expectations that my parents had for me. Never feeling quite good enough. As an adult I can see that what I perceived as disapproval was just good ole' parental concern. Then my first 2 wives reinforced that perception of not being good enough, of failing. My part was that I was looking for reinforcement of the perception. I sought out people who would continue to tell me how I don't measure up to what they wanted. In a way, I set myself up to fulfill what was comfortable or me.
I have been speaking a lot with my Sister lately and she has said several things about my Dad that have just slapped me across the face. First of all, what has happened between my Dad and me, is difficult to explain. I love my Dad, but am also learning that others see the same things I am in him and that what I've been taking so personally the last 15 years may not be directed at me, but just how Dad is.
One of the things my Sister said is that no matter what she tries to do to take things off of Dad's plate, he fills that space up with more things. Through this process he always feels under pressure and has a reason to be frustrated. I knew that I got my intense drive from my Dad, but hearing Beth talk about filling his plate up really took me aback. That is the same issue I have. I fill up my plate so there is no Me time. I get all sorts of projects going and then fall flat on my face from exhaustion....hmmm sounds familiar.
I am beginning to see, not only where I have learned some of my behaviors, but how I have adapted them to suit my needs and my dysfunctions. In doing so, I am gaining some understanding into my relationships with my family of origin (that sounds a bit removed now doesn't it). I am close with my family; my Sister is an incredible woman who has overcome barriers and thrived. Both my Mom and Dad are good people who are doing their best, just like a majority of us; schlepping along trying to find the lotus in the muck.
So as I heal, I begin to see the humanity of my family rather than the dysfunction. I realize that what I have perceived as my failures to meet expectations may have been the greatest triumphs of my life. I have become true to myself and to who God has made, and I couldn't have done that without my family.