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		<title>By: Ande</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ande</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 21:23:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve come to understand that overeating is a big flashing neon warning sign, or maybe a robot with flailing arms, like the one in Lost In Space :).  It&#039;s saying--STOP you&#039;re not being true to yourself.  I just turned 50 so this has taken me a long time to figure out.  I spent the first 35 years of my life bingeing and dieting and exercising like a mad woman to maintain a size 8 to 12 body, then things fell apart and I went up to 100 pounds overweight, lost it, and now, at over 100 pounds overweight, I&#039;m finally getting it.

A couple years ago, I was receiving craniosacral therapy, and the bodyworker asked me what I felt.  I blurted out, &quot;There&#039;s an elephant on my chest.&quot;  She asked me the elephants name.  I laughed but said, &quot;Elly.&quot;  She asked what the elephant wanted.  I said the first thing that came to mind:  &quot;She wants me to stop.  I&#039;m going in the wrong direction.&quot;  This was when I&#039;d walked away from my book writing career and begun the internet stuff.  Did I listen to Elly?

Nope.  I kept going.  And I think every time I dove into a package of cookies or inhaled a pizza, it was Elly shouting, &quot;STOP! You&#039;re not doing what&#039;s right for you!&quot;

I&#039;m finally listening to Elly.  And I&#039;ve stopped bingeing.  I&#039;m not dieting yet--not ready for some reason--too much else going on, I think.  But I&#039;m not bingeing, and that&#039;s huge (excuse the pun ;) ).

We need to listen to our elephants ... and our food cravings.  :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve come to understand that overeating is a big flashing neon warning sign, or maybe a robot with flailing arms, like the one in Lost In Space <img src='http://toomuchonherplate.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> .  It&#8217;s saying&#8211;STOP you&#8217;re not being true to yourself.  I just turned 50 so this has taken me a long time to figure out.  I spent the first 35 years of my life bingeing and dieting and exercising like a mad woman to maintain a size 8 to 12 body, then things fell apart and I went up to 100 pounds overweight, lost it, and now, at over 100 pounds overweight, I&#8217;m finally getting it.</p>
<p>A couple years ago, I was receiving craniosacral therapy, and the bodyworker asked me what I felt.  I blurted out, &#8220;There&#8217;s an elephant on my chest.&#8221;  She asked me the elephants name.  I laughed but said, &#8220;Elly.&#8221;  She asked what the elephant wanted.  I said the first thing that came to mind:  &#8220;She wants me to stop.  I&#8217;m going in the wrong direction.&#8221;  This was when I&#8217;d walked away from my book writing career and begun the internet stuff.  Did I listen to Elly?</p>
<p>Nope.  I kept going.  And I think every time I dove into a package of cookies or inhaled a pizza, it was Elly shouting, &#8220;STOP! You&#8217;re not doing what&#8217;s right for you!&#8221;</p>
<p>I&#8217;m finally listening to Elly.  And I&#8217;ve stopped bingeing.  I&#8217;m not dieting yet&#8211;not ready for some reason&#8211;too much else going on, I think.  But I&#8217;m not bingeing, and that&#8217;s huge (excuse the pun <img src='http://toomuchonherplate.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' />  ).</p>
<p>We need to listen to our elephants &#8230; and our food cravings.  <img src='http://toomuchonherplate.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Melissa McCreery</title>
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		<dc:creator>Melissa McCreery</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 21:07:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Patricia, I am a big believer in the power of meditation and other mindfulness practices. What I find is that busy women (including myself here) can know the value and still have a hard time giving ourselves the permission to take the time to do these things. Thanks so much for adding your thoughts.
Ande--wow. Your story is so powerful that I can feel it in my bones--as is your intention to find your way back. I am so grateful for all that you shared. Talk about an exclamation point! As an aside, I&#039;m not just writing about moms here, I thought the reference was a very real example of the problem though. I&#039;m so struck by your words--&quot;I abandoned who I was.&quot; That&#039;s the crux of it for so many women. There seems to be this belief that we can function on auto-pilot while we take care of the rest of the world.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Patricia, I am a big believer in the power of meditation and other mindfulness practices. What I find is that busy women (including myself here) can know the value and still have a hard time giving ourselves the permission to take the time to do these things. Thanks so much for adding your thoughts.<br />
Ande&#8211;wow. Your story is so powerful that I can feel it in my bones&#8211;as is your intention to find your way back. I am so grateful for all that you shared. Talk about an exclamation point! As an aside, I&#8217;m not just writing about moms here, I thought the reference was a very real example of the problem though. I&#8217;m so struck by your words&#8211;&#8221;I abandoned who I was.&#8221; That&#8217;s the crux of it for so many women. There seems to be this belief that we can function on auto-pilot while we take care of the rest of the world.</p>
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		<title>By: Ande</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ande</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 20:54:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am a living, breathing testament to the truth you&#039;ve so beautifully stated in this post.  Four years ago, my husband suffered a severe head injury that wiped out 95 percent of his lifetime memories.  I abandoned my writing career and through myself into an internet business, working everyday, trying to save us financially.  I ate through the whole process, piling back on over 100 pounds that I&#039;d just removed over the previous couple years (and I put those on by eating through other problems).  All that work didn&#039;t bring me anything except a size 26, and eventually, I suffered my own accident and ended up bedridden and then in rehab for nearly a year.  And now we&#039;re in the financial pits.  

Now I don&#039;t tell this whole story as a poor pitiful me--I&#039;m telling it to put a strong exclamation point on the end of your post.  I got in the situation I&#039;m currently in because I abandoned who I was.  I&#039;m not a mom (except to a dog :) ), but I still lost me in the process of trying to be everything my husband and our home needed.  

I am in the process of finding my way back and I know that finding ways to feel good is the absolutely most important thing I can do.  Action from a place of lack is worthless.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am a living, breathing testament to the truth you&#8217;ve so beautifully stated in this post.  Four years ago, my husband suffered a severe head injury that wiped out 95 percent of his lifetime memories.  I abandoned my writing career and through myself into an internet business, working everyday, trying to save us financially.  I ate through the whole process, piling back on over 100 pounds that I&#8217;d just removed over the previous couple years (and I put those on by eating through other problems).  All that work didn&#8217;t bring me anything except a size 26, and eventually, I suffered my own accident and ended up bedridden and then in rehab for nearly a year.  And now we&#8217;re in the financial pits.  </p>
<p>Now I don&#8217;t tell this whole story as a poor pitiful me&#8211;I&#8217;m telling it to put a strong exclamation point on the end of your post.  I got in the situation I&#8217;m currently in because I abandoned who I was.  I&#8217;m not a mom (except to a dog <img src='http://toomuchonherplate.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  ), but I still lost me in the process of trying to be everything my husband and our home needed.  </p>
<p>I am in the process of finding my way back and I know that finding ways to feel good is the absolutely most important thing I can do.  Action from a place of lack is worthless.</p>
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