The Power of KISSing

It’s a week shy of 4 months when I walked into The Press to work out that •one• day. That one day that I was just going to ‘test run’ the working out, and had no real plan for continuing on. A day, or maybe a few, that I imagined would be another mark disappointingly drawn into the loss column and tucked away in that failure file in the back of my mind. 

One thing about those painful past dieting “failures” – they leave scars formed over a base of fear.  I say that to say this. It’s frightening to list wins and successes out loud, as if doing so will create immediate destruction on any hard-fought-for progress.  I’m going to do my best to kick the enemy out of that thought and give an almost four-months-in eating update that WILL include the wins. 

My dieting resume is crowded with plans that are mostly complex to track – calories, points, logs, weights, measures, formulas, extra fat, no carbs, no fat, “free” foods and on and on and on.  It’s no wonder my food confusion had truly peaked out after my last diet – keto, for the curious.

A few weeks in – somewhere around the beginning of last November – the first food conversation with Berry happened. It was basically this, “let’s eat whole, good quality food” and he then jotted down a general outline of how to eat at each meal. Notice I didn’t say ‘what’ to eat, but ‘how’. (I’m no food expert and therefore am leaving out the specifics of the ‘how’ but will say that no food groups are excluded and none are eaten in excess.).

For months I had been having the instinct to eat whole, unprocessed food – and had been considering doing the Whole 30 diet, although that wasn’t what he was referencing in our conversation. I wanted to test the theory of taking out the ‘junk’ I was eating to see if my aches and pains, headaches, and overall blah feeling improved. He wanted to make this process simple.

When he said this, I told him I was completely on board, but I have since tried (more than once) to complicate matters (always!) by asking about macros and my fitness pal and etc. “Let’s just keep KISSing” he said. (Keep It Simple Stupid, in case you’re confused).

SIMPLE! The little, but oh-so-big, thing that’s been my hearts desire for my life for the last several years. While I hadn’t previously lined up my need for simplicity with my eating, the encouragement to eat basic, whole, whatever-you-want-to-call-it foods sounded glorious to me. Additionally, another door was opened wide to my thinking – “willpower is an endless resource that you have to use,” he told me one day. You know those incredibly elementary things you hear and think, “well duh.” Mmm hmmm – this was one of those moments. 

In a world that, since I was a teenager, had been the most complicated, gut-wrenching mess and one person comes along and gives me a three ingredient recipe that I can easily understand and implement: KISS + Willpower (mix in giant spoonfuls of encouragement as needed) created a life-giving, uncomplicated eating plan.

It possibly sounds absurd that I have neither thought of nor been told to use these simple tools and, whether I have or not, it resonated with me. As with other things in life, when we reach our low point, suggestions are received differently and I think that was why this was the perfect combination for me. A low point with the complex and tangled web of disordered eating, years upon years of diets and failures, plus all of the chaotic thoughts, crashing into someone who realized that keeping it simple was key for me. Again, I know that this meeting was a Divine connection from the beginning.

I’m in NO WAY implying that this has been a breeze and that I don’t struggle. Trust. I’ll explain that part later. What I AM saying is that in the win column, I have almost four straight months of eating with this “recipe” – simple foods, mostly meal prepped (not a ton of eating out) and when certain cravings happen, I mostly always remember that God has given me an endless supply of willpower. When I don’t remember, heaps of encouragement are mixed in.

Additionally, I haven’t had any ‘true’ binge eating episodes in these close to four months. I say ‘true’ because my mind is a work in progress. With some transparency, I will say that I have had a few set backs that shook me to the core and came unexpectedly. Each setback turns into a days-long, soul-crushing episode and that is just the painful truth of it. The difference, however, is placed solidly in the win column. In the past, these things happened in secret, in a black hole of lonely and quiet where no one was the wiser. These times, however, I talked through each of these painful ordeals and learned some pertinent, although hard, lessons. 

As the months have ticked by, I have become more aware of just how hard it is to suddenly drop disordered eating –  my coping mechanism. In the beginning, it was simpler, as if I were starting yet another diet. The difference now is that I’m in the midst of making a life change, backed by the knowledge of the eating disorder and over a year of work to understand that. Thankfully I have the support of others who have trudged the murky waters of becoming free from their own coping mechanisms, and have helped me understand what can only be described as the big mess in my mind.  The details of this feel too personal to divulge, but I will say that the feeling of being lost has been a miserable place to be.  “You’ve been turning left and now you’re turning right and you’re lost,” I was told. Lightbulb moment number 523 in this long journey – that is exactly how I feel.

While this time period has been an emotional roller coaster, I’m not putting it down in the loss column. Instead, I’m calling it a win for two reasons. One, I’m trudging through it, for the most part, without giving in to any old coping mechanisms, so that I can see the light on the other side.

Secondly, I’ve been able to connect with people who understand this phase and have explained it to me so well.  The main someone that has helped me with this is my son, Blake. During his own addiction recovery, there were times when I was at a complete loss as to why things were so rocky. In all of his explanations to me during this, my own, confusing time, I now know what he was dealing with in trying to ‘turn right’ in his life. It’s harder than it looks, friends. If you can’t understand why, just trust me.

In closing, I want to clarify something that has been on my heart from the very first post. I never want to convey, seemingly simply, that self-esteem, value as a person and self-worth are tied to the number on the scale. In my own journey, that is the case and started very early in my life, snowballing and becoming my deeply disordered way of thinking. The harsh reality, seen more clearly now from a new lens, is that no matter the number, I never saw myself any differently. The bigger, and likely harder, part of this journey is not just about losing weight, but also that those things will be restored and I will see myself as I truly am. For the final four-month-mark win, I will say that I have seen a few glimpses of her, restored Melissa, and it feels pretty dang good.

For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. Ephesians 2:10

Seasons

Every first weekend in December for at least the last five years, my daughter-in-law, Virginia, and I spend 4 days together, with 16 other women, at a creative retreat that is essentially a bed & breakfast with a space for creativity. It has, to the joy of my heart, become ‘our weekend’

This year, the retreat didn’t happen for a variety of reasons. Cancelled two days before we were to leave and determined we were going SOMEWHERE because of the generosity and encouragement of my sweet Blake, we were on a mission to find an alternative location for just the two of us. I was super busy and told her ‘just find something and I’m good.’ She sent me some options, we picked one in Carlton Landing, OK. Booked and excited, but no clue where we were going, we just knew we were clocking out Thursday morning. 

Thursday morning arrived and I was going in every direction  trying to get ready to leave – I had numerous texts going- personal and business, a little drama in some areas, emails and messages for my business that I was trying to wrap up, and a friend who had a hard situation to where I felt it was a priority to talk to him with my full attention. 

I started packing randomly and, flustered, I text her, “I’m so sorry I’m running late.” “I’m just sitting here, in silence , reading,” she replied, “take your time.”

Dang it I love this girl. We were starting out with one of the weekend goals- peace, not stress.

Our original creative retreat was ‘amazing’ to a healthy minded person. The house smelled of food 24/7, cooked by the sweetest staff and that guests are served family style, in abundance.

Personally, every year something unknown left me feeling “weird” and I had to step out, be alone, and try to regroup, many times in bed filled with anxiety and self-hatred. I had no idea, until this year and all the work of eating disorder recovery collided with preparing for this week, that what I had been experiencing was the painful effects of over eating – some binges – for days in a row. 

Before we cancelled, I talked to Berry about effective strategies for making this situation work and we had a fairly solid game plan, but I was in no way settled in my heart about going there. No matter how much we talked it through and he ever-so-kindly agreed to help me navigate this, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Sitting for four days and eating those foods didn’t feel right in any way. Little did I realize how grateful I would be that we canceled the retreat. 

On the 4-hour drive to Carlton Landing, Virginia and I had the most beautiful conversation and so much fun. I felt peace settling in with each mile driven.  She has been in my life for about 8 years and I love her more all the time. During this entire journey, all the way back to my time with ML, she has had the desire to be involved and walk with me but I hadn’t really known how to make her understand. On the drive, she opened her heart to me, telling me, as she had been for weeks, that she wanted to walk with me in this and to do it WELL.  In the car, under an umbrella of peace, I really heard her. She had prayed for Jesus to be in her words, was praying for me, wanted me to never be alone in this mess – and I could feel that she truly cared and that overwhelmed me. 

She had already met me where and how I was on many occasions in weeks prior – in parking lots, struggling, at my house, all twisty, hugging me so tight I could feel her heartbeat. But in this four hour, easy and stress-free car ride, I TRULY heard her and the pivot was that I allowed myself to BELIEVE it. 

Additionally, in that four hours, was her understanding of me. I am still struggling with this all being ‘too much’ for anyone. It’s too much for myself many days so thinking that anyone wants to be involved is hard. She does, though, and I was able to explain more about what I was going through, the depths of the dark days, the fears the enemy spoke to me so harshly at times, and we discussed this blog. Each word I spoke, and those that I have written, she was able to understand it all more.

Here is a recipe we can all use, created in a 4 hour car ride to Oklahoma. To truly walk side by side with someone in this complex life, in a world where we were never meant to be comfortable but need to “make it work” while we are here – pray for one another, listen to each other, seek to TRULY understand them, walk arm in arm with those that you know God meant to be in your life. That may be a big ‘ole group for you, but for me, in this season, it’s three amazing and empowering people that I cherish and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The importance of this is beaming into my life right now. In so many ways.

Every time I hit ‘publish’ on these blogs the enemy works on me hard.  I feel so fearful that I will be completely misunderstood, possibly even shut out by some, but she, and so many others, are rooting me on, encouraging me, keeping the tank filled with all that’s needed to continue this journey – to run this race with endurance. Encouraging and powerful words spoken to me over and over, most of which are things that I have never before considered or seen in myself. All of these carefully chosen words are being poured into me by people that care and are speaking life into me. They are healing the most broken parts of me.

When this eating disorder journey began in early 2019, ML told me numerous times I needed a ‘support system.’ I didn’t know how to allow anyone in – I was fighting to understand all of this myself and so to explain to anyone else seemed far too daunting.  Now, here we are, with four hours alone to bond and develop deeper and deeper trust. Any balking on my part of sharing thoughts was met with “get it out.”  

In the pitch dark of night – you know, about 6:30pm – we arrived in Carlton Landing, OK with a tightly woven bond of trust and understanding. Four perfect hours, set aside by God, for us to know each other on a deeper level and under no pressure to “be on” or “entertain” or “care for”.  It was glorious time, set aside by God for this very purpose. 

That first night was a ghost town in Carlton Landing. We hopped in ‘our’ golf cart (turns out it wasn’t ours at all and that was part of the weekend shenanigans), laughing gleefully and cruised this dreamy neighborhood, fully decorated in Christmas lights. We found the pool and hot tub and ONE family. 

The next day started with her coming in my room and telling me to come look at this greatness – and what greatness it was. God’s handiwork was on full display. We were facing a huge lake, in this community that can only be described as Mayberry. 

After discussing and realizing the hard effects on my emotional state after eating poorly for a full weekend at the retreat, we went to the grocery store and carefully planned each meal, that we prepared ourselves. That may not sound like a vacation to most, but for me, that simple act salvaged my self-hatred that had plagued me each year.

In case you haven’t seen the score card here is a recap of the ways God orchestrated the most beautiful and perfect time, in what originally seemed like a mess. 

-The original retreat was canceled. 

-The realization of how that retreat affected me emotionally caused a new and beautiful plan – we have permanently cancelled it but will still leave town every first weekend in December – just the two of us – for a mother-daughter weekend. Location is TBD and we have big dreams.

-We were given four beautiful hours of spectacular bonding and understanding time that I will never forget or take for granted

-We were at peace, with nothing to encumber it

That’s just the start. There’s the rest of the weekend. 

We relaxed, walked everywhere, stayed active (as opposed to sitting all weekend after over eating), hot tubbed, polar dipped (you know, bucket list #53 and also Berrys fault – he told us cold water increased metabolism), rode golf carts, met the sweetest people, made fresh greenery wreaths in the city pavilion, laughed and laughed some more, sat on the overlook on Lake Eufaula, gazed and amazed at the feel of this beautiful community, inhaled peace and exhaled stress, sent tear soaked prayers down the stream along the nature trail, baby hiked, and then ended the weekend at the most beautiful service at the community church. 

Four days of pure blissful perfection. Understanding. Knowing someone I love so deeply even more. Feeling Gods beautiful creation of nature surrounding us. Meeting new people. Laughing hysterically. Each thing carefully and beautifully orchestrated by God.

As I’m finishing up, I keep thinking of two things.

The first is this verse – “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven” Ecclesiastes‬ ‭3:1‬. The creative retreat held so many fun memories, but it’s season has ended and that is totally okay. There is never good in trying to keep making something work that really no longer does. 

The second thing is this. What i saw as a mess in the chaos surrounding the retreat cancellation, turned into the most beautiful time of connection and renewal. I am choosing to see this as a picture of this journey as a whole. The deeply chaotic and painful moments are going to reclaim what has been lost and create renewal. The light looks a bit brighter from this perspective.