Showing posts with label recovery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label recovery. Show all posts

Missing the Mark

3:44 PM 0 Comments

While I've learned many things on my journey, one of them is that sometimes the answer I'm looking for might be disguised as an answer to a seemingly unrelated topic. For example, I understand the difference between my habits and my addictions, but to explain the differences to someone else is hard.

Surprisingly, my muddled answer was presented in an organized way by none other than Mr. Money Mustache – a financial guru.

Crazy, right?

I'm a big fan of his because he's hilarious and makes great financial suggestions for people of all walks of life. He posted an article sometime in March about what he's learned about habits and how they affect us. How I missed this wonderful post until now is mind-boggling, but boy, did it really ring true with me.

An excerpt:

If someone asked you to define “habit”, what would you say? Until recently, I probably would have said something like “a repeating pattern of behavior, which is hard for some people to change, and easier for others. And the ability to change habits is sometimes called “willpower”.

But I was surprised to learn habits are much more than that. As it turns out, habits are little chunks of auto-pilot behavior that get burned right into your neurology - permanently. Once you develop a habit, you can never truly erase the program, even if you manage to deactivate it.

I am a creature of habit – of many habits actually. Most of the things I do are on auto-pilot, and as I digested the rest of his post, all those muddled thoughts about habits vs. addictions started clicking into place. I finally understood how to explain the difference.

Simply put: my habits are solutions that travel on an automatic pathway to a solve a single problem.

Need to pee? Walk out of bedroom, enter bathroom, relieve self, flush toilet, wash hands and continue on with the rest of my day.
Itch on my leg? Scratch it.
Done driving? Turn car off, exit car, shut door, lock car behind me.

One problem, one logical solution, one pathway to said solution. Simple.

My addiction on the other hand, is the accumulation of many habits with the same illogical solution: food.

Feeling happy? Eat.
Feeling sad? Eat.
The car broke down? Eat, fix it, then eat some more.
Got a bad grade? Cry and eat.
Aced the test? Celebrate by eating.
Got a new job? Celebrate by eating because I can afford to eat more.
Gave into temptation while dieting? Throw the diet out the window and gorge.
Walk through the door of my house? Immediately open fridge to eat.

The insanity of my mind tells me that every good and bad thing in my life must be rewarded or punished by food...when in reality, stuffing my face accomplishes nothing. Food won't fix my car. It won't help me get a better grade on the next test. It doesn't really make me happy either.

While my addiction is food, my recovery has nothing to do with it. Whenever I focus on food itself, I miss the mark. By missing the mark, it creates a never ending cycle of substance abuse to reward/punish myself for things both inside and outside my control. That's why diets are so popular. Diets focus on what foods I can or can't have for the diet to work, but they never address why I'm addicted to food in the first place.

Since my addiction is a group of habits with the same, insane solution that never actually fixes the problem (and since habits are permanent, auto-pilot pathways) then I will forever be a food addict. These habits (permanent patterns) I created will always be engrained in my brain.

Sounds hopeless, but in reality, it's freeing.

Like Mr. Money Mustache's comments about breaking spending habits, I too can break the habits that feed into my addiction. Instead of focusing on the food addiction itself, I have learned to focus on the patterns that lead to my addiction and replace them with better, logical solutions.

Car broke down? Fix it.
Ate something I shouldn't have? Oh well. Forgive, forget and tomorrow is another day.
Feeling sad? Go take a walk, figure out why I'm sad and face the problem head on.
Feeling happy? Tell someone about it and go do something fun (without food) to make me happier.

Easier said than done, but I'm still happily plugging along on my journey. My recovery is about progress, not perfection. One day I'll wake up, look at myself in the mirror and say, “Wow, look how far you've come. Look how much you've learned. Look at who you really are.”

So, here are some replacement habits I've been working on recently:

Walk through the door and wait ten minutes before opening the fridge: Sometimes I forget to even go into the kitchen now. Success!

Keep credit card/money out of wallet when running errands that don't require money: while some might think this is risky, I've learned to always check the fuel gage in my car before leaving the house, and to always have my cell on hand (and at least halfway charged).* If worse comes to worst, I can walk to the nearest business and call someone for help.

Cook multiple servings of food and turn them into homemade frozen dinners: this has really helped a lot. I started doing this because I'd had some allergic reactions at a few fast food restaurants (fast food is the main part of my addiction, by the way), so I decided to make some frozen dinners that I could turn to whenever the urge to go out and eat hits me. It's worked wonderfully, and they taste 10x better (and cost 10x less per meal) too.

While these new solutions deal with food, they aren't about food itself. I'm retraining my brain that there are better, more logical solutions to my problems. I'm more aware of my thoughts and actions then ever before, and that's where all the progress on my food addiction has come from. I also know the moment I stop paying attention to my thoughts and actions, those old habits will take over. I've learned that I can't coast uphill, and that my recovery requires my own active participation in every moment of my life.

If any of you have an addiction that you want to overcome, I urge you to find the patterns (habits) that lead up to your addiction and work on replacing them with better, more logical solutions. Mr. Money Mustache is way more articulate than me, and I would just be copy/pasting everything in his post since he explains how to replace habits much better than I could, so feel free to head over there if you have the chance.

I just want you to know that I love each and every one of you. You all have a long journey ahead, but it's absolutely worth it.

*Mr. Money Mustache would give me his customary punch in the face for my frequent short trips in the car and my high(ish) cell phone bill, but hey, I'm still learning. :)

The Lions' Den

2:31 PM 0 Comments

Before my first addiction recovery meeting, I almost had a meltdown. I had no idea who would be in there (Drug addicts? Alcoholics? Abusers? Sex offenders? Abusees?), and I sat in my car shaking because in my mind: my problem was just food, right? Food addictions weren't that bad, right? I could do it on my own just one more time, right?

Wrong.

So I sat there, feeling like I was walking into a lions' den (Would these people look down on me? Would they hate me? It's just food. It's not like heroin, or alcohol or cocaine. Their addictions are way worse than mine, right?), and as the clock ticked closer to 7 PM, I knew I had to make a choice: go in, or leave.

What I didn't realize was that there are always more than two choices, but I never would have learned that had I not taken that first step into the door.

That first meeting was surprisingly sparse, and I am so thankful it was. There were only two group leaders and two other participants: one man and one woman. The man was a recovering drug addict who had been sober for about six months, and the woman was coping with an alcoholic son along with her own addiction with food.

Food!

I don't remember what was said in that meeting, but I do remember an overwhelming, peaceful feeling wash over me as I learned that I was not alone. There were other people out there who understood my unhealthy relationship with food. They were seeking recovery too!

That night as I drove home, I no longer felt isolated. I no longer felt fearful of admitting that I needed help. It was liberating to know that there were so many other people around the world seeking recovery – for whatever addiction they were overcoming – and that there really was hope for me.

What I didn't know then was that by attending that first meeting, I had stepped through a doorway that lead to a vast network of information, support and - dare I believe it - love from people all over the Las Vegas valley; people from all walks of life and all stages of recovery were there to help me through mine. To this day, three years later, it still blows my mind.

And guess what? There were drug addicts. There were alcoholics. There were sex offenders, abusers and abusees sitting in these meetings. There were also food addicts, shopping addicts, and people trying to overcome anger issues, depression, and trauma. There were genealogy addicts, co-dependents and those who lost family members, friends, acquaintances, and coworkers to addiction, disease and accidents.

We were all seeking help to overcome these issues, and we found a place where we could share our burdens, fears, and pain with others who were also seeking help. We were all there to rise above our pasts and gain more tools to keep us in recovery - and to help others in theirs. We were all there to find peace and hope for sinners, co-dependents and addicts like us.

And we're finding them. Boy, are we finding them.

I have never learned most of these men and women's last names; but these wonderful, amazing and courageous people have become my best and most trusted friends I have ever had.

And that was well worth taking that first step into the (supposed) lions' den.