My Small-Steak Freak-Out ๐Ÿ‚

Let me ask you something, in all the years that you haveโ€ฆundressed in front of a gentleman has he ever asked you to leave?… No? Itโ€™s because he doesnโ€™t care! Heโ€™s in a room with a naked girl, he just won the lottery. I am so tired of… waking up… and recalling every single thing I ate the day before, counting every calorie I consumed so I know just how much self loathing to take into the shower. Iโ€™m going for it…. Iโ€™m just through with the guilt. So.. I’m going to finish this pizza, and then… tomorrow we are going to go… buy ourselves some bigger jeans.
~ Elizabeth Gilbert

For most of my life, I have been completely messed up with regard to body-image and worth regarding its size.ย  It is a sad story when considering just the amount of time, thought, energy and tears that I have expended with regard to this.ย  I will reference an earlier post that I have written on this topic: BoPo Revisited.

Since January 2017, I have been working and trying and hoping to get this monkey off my back and to just really be okay with my still strong, newly soft body, more lustrous hair, clear skin and more peaceful attitude.ย  I strive to go about my day without judgement and with forgiveness toward my past and to just be chill with regard to food and exercise rules of the past.

I’m getting there folks.

Some days I barely think about my past.ย  Where as before, I would be worried about every food choice; doing way too much exercise and giving myself way too many imaginary pats on the back for that plus food restriction.

Just now, as I was walking to my office and I had this funny (scary) memory of a freak-out that came from nowhere.ย  The preparation of a meal used to be a major production (ie: in my mind).ย  My thoughts around ‘did I deserve’ this meal would run rampant.ย  Had I done enough exercise to allow for a big meal or should I just eat a salad while my family ate the well-rounded meal, that I made.ย  This was a daily, useless ordeal with many pitfalls.ย  I’m exhausted just remembering it.

So, this one day, I’m cooking up steaks — a real treat.ย  There were two large ones and a small-ish one.ย  I fried them in our cast-iron pan with garlic and herbs.ย  They smelled heavenly.ย  Meanwhile, Dean mashed the potatoes and Leo set the table to include steak-knives, salad and red wine.

steak

I placed each juicy steak on a plate to rest, thinking, of course, I would have the small one…

but,

when I turned around I was both confused and horrified to see that Dean had taken the small one.ย  Then, a completely inappropriate reaction erupted from myself.

‘Dean, the small one is for ME!!! Why on earth would YOU take the SMALL one??!’ I shrieked at him.

He looked at me. Looked at his plate. Looked at me.

‘I thought I would leave a large one for you, Morgan, since you’re the one cooking them.’

My face was red.ย  My mind was confused.ย  Didn’t he GET that I didn’t DESERVE to eat a large one?

Leo weighs in.

‘Mom. Chill. We usually have too much anyway.ย  Dad will not starve.’

But, you see, I wasn’t worried about Dean starving.ย  I was worried about ME eating more than I should.ย  More than I deserved.ย  Fuck.ย  Messed up.

Thankfully, this little freak-out episode was close to the time of my epiphany away from disordered eating and over-exercising.ย  Praise Jesus.

2 thoughts on “My Small-Steak Freak-Out ๐Ÿ‚

  1. Loved your personal story including your family members. Dean is so thoughtful and yet it was perceived differently. How often does this happen in our day to day living! Keep on writing!
    Franny

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    1. Yes, it’s amazing what kind of turmoil can be going on behind the ‘curtain’. In this story, I was so very enmeshed in my own struggle with meeting the ‘thin ideal’ and anything it took to do so. I am so happy to have shed that skin. It was a horrible way to live.

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