Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Slow progress...


It's me, Flo, though goodness knows I don't hardly know my name anymore! Like I predicted, Nellie's new job has kept her from having TIME to worry about much at all. Oh, she has worries, but not as much time to devote to them. That, my friends, is indeed a good thing!!!

Nellie's work schedule is Friday-Tuesday from 10-7. This allows her to see the kids in the morning for a bit. When school starts, it will allow her to avoid having to find morning daycare. Works out good for now. Ned is holding down his part of the bargain by tidying up after supper and staying awake (so the kids don't run wild).

It's been a bit of a financial crunch, starting a new job, because the way the pay periods fell, Nellie didn't get paid for 3 weeks. But after she gets paid next week again, then things should start to level off. Gas hit $4.02/gallon last week, so that's a big expense. The neighbor girls who are babysitting are settling into a routine (after some stern talking-to by Nellie after she found they were letting the kids watch too much TV). So things are settling in.

And even though she hasn't really been trying, Nellie has even LOST FIVE POUNDS! Can you believe that!?!?! I am surprised but glad for that. Like I suspected, not having food around and the ability to wander back to the kitchen all day long has helped.

As for the exercise, well she hasn't got to that yet. She had to get a note from her doctor saying she could participate at the fitness center. yeah. Whatever. LOL> So next week finally she shoudl get to do that on lunch hours on M, T & F. That's what I'm putting MY money on for the best chance to lose weight!

When she gets home at 8'ish at night, she's usually quite famished, but she's been trying to eat only smaller portions. That way she won't overeat, but still feel "full" by the time she goes to bed at 10. I know eating that late isn't ideal in terms of digestion, but I'm not sure what else to do. Her break at 5 p.m. or so is only 15 minutes and not really enough to heat or eat a decent meal. So, we'll have to work on that.

But I'm happy to report that I'm getting SOME progress here. I knew that if I just kept at it and kept working on her that she'd see my side of the story eventually! Ha!!!

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

...and anyone can be touched by Lady Fortune...


So says Carole King in Friday's Tie-Dye Nightmare. Life is a crap shoot, and for once Nellie has rolled a good one!

Not to say this fixes everything that's in chaos right now, but this might be the catalyst that I need to pull her sorry rump out of her worry cycle and get her to focus more on changing her health habits!

If you recall, 2 weeks ago, I wrote of some serious things that need to change for Nellie to snap out of this slump. Well, she's had good news at last!

Last week, Nellie was offered a good paying job with hours she likes and an excellent starting pay! Not to mention the bennies: health insurance cheaper than what her husband's employer offers with SO much better benefits! Dental insurance---something they've never had (so now she doesn't have to worry about how to pay for the kids' checkups!). Paid time off equalling 3 weeks in the first year! (unheard of for most employers). The list goes on & on!

This is an employer she's tried to get into for a few months now and so of course she's very excited. It's pulled her out of the dumps and back to normalcy. Whew! Just when I was thinking we were in for a major low point here!

Secondly, after having to submit 33 more additional pages of documentation to the agency who administers the federal disaster loans, she finally got the call stating that their request for an additional $5300 in loan funds has been approved. Now, $5300 might not sound like a big deal to you, but for Nellie it is. Even with her job starting next week, there is NO way she'd be able to make $5300 (after taxes, gas prices and daycare for the youngest 2) by early fall, which is the deadline set by Mother Nature. If they don't get this basement floor poured by fall and get the furnace reinstalled (and ductwork) then there's going to be major trouble. Winter can start showing its ugly head by late September hereabouts!

So there is relief of having that big worry off her plate (now comes the worry of getting the contractors here to do the work plus tons of work left for Nellie and Ned to do before winter). But not wondering "where's the money coming from?" is a huge plus.

Two of the biggest concerns of Nellie's life at the moment are in the process of being solved. Well at least there's a light at the end of the tunnel now!

And so now soon I'll be able to start working on her health. First off, just going to a job every day (and not sitting around having food to nibble all day) will help out. Just have to make sure she packs a healthy lunch... downtown is fulllll of yummy places to eat out & she'll have a 1-hour lunch again (drat those 1 hour lunch breaks!).

Second is exercise. Get this: Nellie's new employer has an on-site fitness center and they PAY their employee 3 hours per week to EXERCISE in it!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is phenomenal! ! ! So I'm whispering in Nellie's ear already that she needs to get into this habit early and be consistent about it. We haven't yet seen the facility or learned the details, but it's enticing for certain! And if she were to get a gym membership outside of work, they'll reimburse $20/month of it. Ellipticals and treadmills are tough on her left knee, so I'm hoping they'll have some nautilus-type equipment there.

Since Nellie learned the news of her job and the loan's status, I've been informally keeping track of her eating. Haven't yet seen a drastic decline in the inappropriate snacking department, but I hope that will come in time.

One thing that humors me to no end, however wicked it is of me to be humored, is the fact that Nellie has a pretty pathetic wardrobe for work. She has a very nice wardrobe that's 2 sizes too small. All these years, she could have been working out and just cutting back a bit at a time but noooooo, here she is ready to work and nothing to wear. It's her own darn fault. I don't have a lot of sympathy for her.

So hopefully the boring workwear will also prompt some changes here soon. In the meantime, it's black dress pants and the same rotation of several shirts. Tsk Tsk Nellie!

Saturday, June 14, 2008

The waiting game...


Wait, wait wait. There's plenty of waiting to be done in this world. We wait for mealtimes. Wait for the alarm to ring in the morning. Wait for the time to start our jobs and then wait till we can go home.

Waiting, for Nellie, is just another opportunity for worry. Yeah, she's just stuck on this worry bit right now. I can't seem to keep her mind off it.

This week has been the usual. Go to interviews. Wait for the rejection letter. Wait for other potential employers to call. Wait for the interviews. Wait for further notice.

This week, she sucked it up and sent a letter and documentation to the disaster-loan agency that they've been working with to repair the flood damage from last year, asking for more funds because unforseen cost overruns have left them $5,000 short of what they need to finish the job. Even while the heavy rains of this spring are creating more damage, Nellie worries about how to finish making last year's fixes! Wait. wait.

She could be waiting weeks for them to reply. In the meantime, she worries about further rains flooding the not-even-completed basement. She worries about the everyday bills, now that Ned's overtime has been cut by 5 hours/week and could go down another 5 per week soon. Without that extra overtime, the budget will be almost impossible. Her only response will be to cut vital services such as internet (eeeks) and satellite TV (which we all know she'd happily live without, but Ned would be very unhappy without).

I've been working hard all week, trying to figure out ways for Nellie to let go of all this worry. It worries ME that she's so worried.

On Saturday last weekend, her oldest daughter went to a town nearby to visit friends. Her father lives in that town and despite Nellie's concerns, the daughter showed up unannounced at her father's house, asking to see her siblings (whom he's kept from her for two years now to punish her....long story). He met her at the door and flatly refused her. Told her that she had to "apologize" for everything that's happened (long story) before she'd be welcomed in their home again.

Well, even though this is rather what Nellie expected her ex-husband to say, it was still a shock to get her daughter's report of such. It sent her into a tailspin emotions and I thought she was going to have another crying fit. But she did not.

Instead she decided to turn her attentions to something productive. She began to re-read and edit her major work of fiction again, a chore she's been putting off for months now. It gives her some comfort to read about fictional characters suffering through what she and her sister did. Somehow, it puts everything into perspective for her and gives her hope. After all, even though it's not a perfect resolution (as many fiction books give) her characters do gain resolution in the end. All questions are answered (at least somewhat) and they all have peace.

Well, no sooner did she set her sights on finishing this project and got a few hours under her belt but her older sister called. Oh boy. Nellie is the middle of 3 sisters who grew up together. Both Nellie and the older sister have the same set of parents. The younger had a different father. The older 2 have other half siblings from their father's side. Two different sets.

But for the 3 sisters who grew up together, their mother is the thorn in their side. Family-wise, that is. And mother is really losing her mind. Seriously. I wouldn't put anything past Nellie's mom at this time.

I may have mentioned before, maybe not. But Nellie's mom has paranoid schizophrenia. At least that's the conclusion of her daughters. But of course, their mother doesn't believe it. If you know anything about this condition, you know that nobody can talk "sense" into the person who's suffering from it. Nobody. Nohow. Noway.

And yet, the older sister has been at it again. Trying. Of course, that just stirred the pot even more. And so there's chaos of the highest order within the family right now.

Just one more thing Nellie did NOT need in her worry-bowl right now.

So I've been thinking. While it probably isn't any type of a fix at ALL, I am going to set up a worry-jar for Nellie. You know those clay jars that you see in gift magazines and even at wal-mart that say "shopping fund" or "retirement fund" and other humorous options? Well, I'm going to designate a jar or something for Nellie. I'm going to set a pad of small note papers beside it. And every day I'm going to make Nellie write one thing on it that she will consciously put out of her mind that day. Just one thing. The next day, she can choose not to worry/thing/ruminate/worry/ponder/contemplate or worry about something different.

Now, hopefully Nellie won't just worry MORE about the other things in her life those days. I don't know if she worries because there's so much to worry about or if she'd do the same amount of worrying (excessive worry) if there was only one itty bitty teeny weeny thing to worry about.

I do know from experience that Nellie does have the ability to not-worry excessively. I've been around for times like that. They do exist. They will come back. But somehow we have to break this cycle of worry right now.

Sure, it would help if she were able to snag a good-paying job with decent hours and doing something she enjoys. It would also help if she could figure out how to get the funds to finish the basement up and put her yard back together (it's washing away in the rains and is a huge mess). It would also help if she had adequate funds every week to pay all the bills and not wonder how she's going to grocery shop again (the damned economy has been seriously wreaking havoc on the family budget).

But if I took all those things away (IF I were able to, of course) would her worry go way down? Would it go back to normal? Or is this a giant swirling vortex that she's not going to be able to swim out of without professional assistance?

I wish I knew. I'm still tossing out ideas to her now and then, about setting up some appointments with a counselor. But so far, no dice.

In the meantime I, too, am playing the waiting game. I wait for Nellie to determine to make a change.

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Plop, plop, fizz fizz...


Nellie can't seem to catch a break lately I think... she did, indeed, get all her medical stuff taken care of this week. A job interview is what prompted it, actually. She started thinking that if she got a job offer, it would be helpful if her annual exams were all underway already.

So. How did it go? Very strangely.

First off, she put in a request to see a different doctor as her primary physician. Since moving to this clinic (insurance change) 5 years ago, she hasn't really ever found a doctor who understands her. The last guy was obsessed about her heart and cholesterol. So what? Her bad cholesterol is higher than normal. SO is her good cholesterol!

Besides, cholesterol, like weight and exercise are difficult things to think about when you're fighting a battle with stress that keeps you literally paralyzed with worry.

So Nellie hasn't ever really dealt with the cholesterol yet. And she knew that if she went to see the same doctor, she'd just get another lecture and be forced to justify why she's not taking the medications he prescribed (several times... he got to where he was mailing her an rx and a brochure every so often!).

So she requested to be seen by a different doctor. A D.O. , a Doctor or Osteopathic Medicine (as opposed to an M.D., a Medical Doctor). Supposedly they are supposed to be more in tune with the whole body and how one thing affects another, etc. She thought maybe this guy would clue into the role that stress is playing in her life and medical issues and that perhaps he would refer her on to a counselor or suggest some sort of medical intervention for temporary use.

But no, he didn't. Neither. Neither did he clue in to her stress (he seemed to agree stress could be causing her medical issues, but didn't ask enough or clue in enough to see how stressed she is) nor did he refer her on to anybody who would.

He did refer her to neurology, however, in case she's having migraines. Which she likely is, but stress-induced perhaps. Well, the Neurologist was not terribly helpful either, and in fact, he told her "you don't look stressed to me!"

Well, let me tell you, that pissed me off! And Nellie, well, she just about burst into tears, but managed to hold back. She gave him the 30-second rundown on stress and was even more explicit with him than she's been with most doctors. She told him she's been having crying fits and about the "hamster" who never stops running in her head (how she worries all the time). He listened, seemingly quite bored, and when she was done, he stood to inform her that she seemed quite healthy "for someone with only one kidney."

Ack!!! Nellie protested to the nurse, who thankfully was a little more in tune than the doctors she's seen. Her question to the nurse was this: what do I have to do for them to see how stressed I am? Do I have to go in there and cry like a baby or what? By this time, she was actually crying. But the doctor was nowhere in sight.

So her foray in to the medical world left her more stressed, ironically. I'm not entirely sure what she's going to do now, although I think she should just put in a call to the clinic's mental health department and ask to be seen there. Hopefully they're not such clueless clods.

One thing that Nellie said to her online group of friends today made me see a connection that maybe I haven't really talked about yet. She said to them that she's always had trouble "letting go" of trauma in her life. Once the event is past, she can't seem to shake it and move on. This is very true!

Past traumas are always there haunting her. In her dreams, in her actions, her subconscious. And she doesn't know how to exorcise them. Like demons, in a way, they eat at her, keep her from feeling peace and joy and prevent her from moving forward.

And in the same way, perhaps, I am so hard for her to let go of for the same reasons. Maybe when she learns how to "let go" of her past, her trauma, her hurts, can she let go of me?

Of course, you know, I'll always be here in some form. After all, I'm necessary. But I don't mind being a lot smaller than I am now. In fact, I spend considerable time turning excess calories into future storage and I'm running out of space to store these calories. I'm going to have to open up some new territory here if she doesn't stop eating so much soon. And I could use a vacation, here too! I'd like to sit back and not have to work so hard all the time!!

So unless Nellie wants to start seeing fat rolls on her knees and elbows, a third belly roll falling over her pants or a huge double chin, she needs to cool her jets.

I challenge Nellie to work on "getting over it". I know, I know, some things are too current to "get over" (construction nightmares) but there's plenty else she can "get over" and move away from now that will likely provide some relief to her.

Relief. If only it were as easy as Alka-Seltzer. Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is. Okay, I'm showing my age. I'm gonna quit for now!

~Flo

Saturday, May 31, 2008

eGADs


Today I'd like to continue our discussion from last time, about the hamster on the rat-wheel (why do they call them rat-wheels anyway?) in her brain.

Nellie is part of a group of online moms from her home state. There are maybe twenty of them or so, about 15 who are really active members. And when I say active, I mean it. Their online forum posts easily 4,000+ messages in a month!!

At any rate, while she hasn't been explicit about revealing my new 'role' in her life to these friends, she does share most other things with them. She told them today about the discussion with her daughter and one of the members suggested it was an anxiety disorder, not just simple 'worry'.

That is logical, and thanks to the internet, she just punched in a few key words & in moments was at Mayo Clinic's website reading up on generalized anxiety disorder. The following was what I found most personally interesting:

Certain factors that may increase your risk of developing generalized anxiety disorder (GAD) include:

  • Childhood adversity. Children who endured hardships or adversity, including witnessing traumatic events, are at higher risk.
  • Illness. Having a serious illness, such as cancer, can make you anxious. Worrying about the future, your treatment and your finances can become excessive and overwhelming.
  • Stress. A buildup of stressful life situations may trigger excessive anxiety. For example, having a physical illness, along with the stress of missing work or losing pay, may combine to cause generalized anxiety disorder.
  • Personality. People with some personality types are more prone to anxiety disorders. People with unmet psychological needs, such as having a close relationship that isn't fulfilling, may feel less secure and may be more at risk of generalized anxiety disorder. In addition, some personality disorders, such as borderline personality disorder, also may be associated with generalized anxiety disorder.
  • Genetics. Some evidence suggests that generalized anxiety disorder has a genetic component that causes it to run in families.
Other than being a relatively free of major illnesses during her life, Nellie pretty much has all the other points to consider.

Her early childhood was most traumatic and stressful, as were her teen years with the foster parents from religious-hell! Go from that to her traumatic first marriage where she was continuously put down and told she was a bad wife and mother and even threatened physically, and I think you could say she's had her share of lifetime trauma and stress.

Check out the bullet called 'personality'... people with unmet psychological needs, such as having a close relationship that isn't fulfilling, may feel less secure and may be more at risk of generalized anxiety disorder.

What was it I was saying not too long ago about Nellie being 'lonely in love'? I think that would definitely qualify as an unmet psychological need.

And genetics, well, we've already covered that base. There's plenty of evidence that a genetic tendency towards worry and anxiety is there.

I'm still working on her to put in that call to her doctor & just see what they say. In the past (during her divorce from aforementioned domestic abuser of a husband) she'd spent a good long time in psycho therapy working on cognitive behavioral modification. It was very helpful to her and perhaps that's the avenue she should seek now.

Oh, but that requires....money... and with the construction costs soaring way out of control, finances are a major stress. So she thinks that she shouldn't go causing MORE financial stress by seeking help.

Logical on one hand, Nellie, but come on now, you know it's necessary!

As for dieting, I just do not see how Nellie is going to even so much as cut back right now. Her eating this week has been pretty disastrous. As in disastrous. As in an entire pint. By herself. In one sitting. What?? Well, just a bit of BnJ's!

Tsk Tsk...

Thursday, May 29, 2008

It's a real nail-biter



So, Nervous Nellie doesn't like my nickname for her, huh? Why doesn't that surprise me? She's never been overly fond of nicknames, even those that weren't particularly offensive in any way. Names, as an issue, are a sensitive spot for Nellie. Yeah, she's weird. I've been telling you that all along, though, haven't I?

Nellie used to be a nail-biter, starting about the time she and her sisters were put into foster care (just before her 12th birthday). It got pretty bad at times to where she'd have bleeding fingers.

What finally cured her? Well, mostly it was piano lessons. She'd always wanted to play, and when her foster parents asked her "if you could play one musical instrument, what would it be?" she replied "piano or flute". In a stroke of genius, and one of the few nice things they did for her, they sent her to piano lessons for 2 years. While she didn't become a virtuoso or anything, the lessons allowed Nellie the basic knowledge to continue teaching herself for many years, and became an important emotional outlet for her in the years to come.

But how did Nellie stop biting her fingernails? Well, some days her fingers were so sore from biting them that she could not practice the piano. She had been given a key to the church next door to practice at her own will and she so desired the solitude and peace of the church (and the freedom to be there as long as she wished) that she spent countless hours practicing. And when her fingers hurt, she couldn't practice as long. In short, it became a simple choice. She chose music.

However, some things about Nellie's personality have not been so easy to banish. Recently, I overheard her and her oldest daughter having a conversation. They were talking about the daughter's father (Nellie's first husband). Leaving lots of unimportant details out, I will say that Nellie was explaining to her daughter that she needs to just understand that how her dad is is just how he is. It's a part of his personality and he likely isn't conscious of most of his behaviors that so alienate him from her.

The daughter shook her head as if she didn't want to believe it (it's always easier to blame someone than to try and understand them) . Nellie replied: "Well, look at me. There are things about my personality that I might not like but I can't really control them."

Daughter: what?

Nellie: for instance, in my brain, there's a hamster running on a little wheel and it never stops. Not when I sleep, not when I'm awake, not when I'm busy, happy, sad, bored, angry or working.
Daughter: a what?

Nellie: no matter what I'm doing, whether I like it or not, deep in my subconscious there's always something that my brain is worrying about. I can't control it, and it annoys the heck out of me, and no matter how irrational I know it is, it is there.

Daughter: what do you worry about?

Nellie: well, you know... there's the usual suspects: money, relationships, the economy, war, the health of my kids, and if there's nothing else to worry about, I go to bed at night and lay there awake, plotting out escape plans in case of a house fire and wondering if I locked all the doors or fed all the pets.

Daughter: oh [insert pause] so that's where I get it from.

It was a bit funny for Nellie to hear her daughter (who's now an adult) admit to having the same little hamster in the back of her mind, continuously ruminating on all the things there are to worry about in this world. Incidentally, Nellie has been trying for years to get this daughter not to bite her nails. Although she doesn't do it as much as chronic nail biters, she does nibble.

But on another level, it's also sad for Nellie to realize that her own inability to control her demons of worry have migrated to her daughter. Was this something genetic, or environmental, she wonders? If it was environmental--that is, growing up with a mother whose own nervousness and worry-wart mentality have impacted her, then Nellie feels somewhat to blame for passing it on.

It was a bit of an eye opener for Nellie, actually. She told her daughter how, more than a decade ago, she'd taken a low dose of anti-depressant for about a year after some particularly stressful events (sudden unemployment through no fault of her own, twice in one year, and mounting debt that eventually led to bankruptcy). Eventually the stressful events faded and she stopped taking the medications with her doctor's blessing.

However, now in looking back, the current stresses of life are mounting pretty heavily again and
perhaps it's not a bad thing to consider a little 'prescription boost' again. She's been considering a trip to her doctor, but hasn't yet made the call.

Her argument against the medication is that while it did indeed slow down the hamster, it also dulled her emotions such that she was mildly happy about things that previously made her very happy. Its as if she just existed in a world of pleasantness. Taking away the lows also took away the highs. It's not something Nellie looks forward to experiencing again, but it might be a trade off necessary to get her through the next year or so.

What does all this have to do with Nellie's eating and weight issues? Well, as you probably guess, they're all tied in together. When she worries a lot, she eats a lot. Obviously. Worry and stress are siblings of a twisted family that seems to branch ever so easily off Nellie's family tree.

I'll keep you posted on the status of Nellie's thinking on this. I rather think it might be a good idea for her. Anything that will reduce her reception to stress and slow down the hamster is fine by me!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Nellie gets a say


Hey Flo, it's me, Nellie here. Just to let you know, I stepped on the scale the other day and found that I've GAINED 5 pounds!

So pray tell, what exactly is your plan here?? How is it you think that all this emotional dredging and psycho-babble is going to help me?

Oh, and I think calling me 'Nervous Nellie' is kinda stupid. Reminds me of Nellie Olsen from "Little House"! But whatever, this is your thing, so you do it.

The G-Bomb


It is I, Flo. And I apologize. It's taken me more than a week to get around to the next promised segment in our discussion of Nellie's eating issues. It's not that Nellie hasn't been at the computer, but she certainly has been there less in the previous days.

Work on the construction continues, and in the past week Nellie has (as the General Contractor and money-manager of the project) had the misfortune of seeing her construction budget go from -$246 to well over -$3700 in less than one week.

If you might imagine, the stress has been considerable and poor Nellie has been suffering from migraines and other issues brought on by the stress. Between that and actually helping one contractor (right down there in the muddy ditches around the house, alongside the actual workers) she's been pretty wiped out and computer time has been minimal.

Oh, but she *did* do one thing of which I am proud! She entered a short story into a writing contest. While it's not mind-blowing, every time I read it, I am moved emotionally. Even now, Nellie herself has read and edited it dozens of times, and she still gets emotional at the end. It's an emotional topic: families separated and kids growing up not knowing their father. That's a hot topic for Nellie. However, one for another day perhaps.

Today, as promised, I am going to talk to you about the G-Bomb. Yeah, I'm having a little too much fun with this "Bomb" theory here, I admit. But it's catchy perhaps?

The G-Bomb, as you probably can guess, is God. Now, is it God's fault that Nellie over eats and under-exercises? Not hardly. I'm not even going to try and persuade you to that course of thinking. To try would be a shallow attempt at finger-pointing.

No, God doesn't control, or cause, Nellie's eating. But what I'm trying to say here is that Nellie's on-again/off-again/confused-again relationship with God adds to her other emotional issues, which then fuels her eating and exercising (lack thereof, to be precise).

How can God affect ones mood that much? Well, if you'd been raised as Nellie was, you wouldn't be asking that question.

Nellie's understanding of God has had as many twists and turns as a the famous road along Mt. Tamalpais. There are places along that road where you can't see anything but the trees around you, and at other points, you are treated to the most stunning views. That's about how Nellie has related to God. At times, she can't even fathom his/her/its existence. At others, she's speechless with the wonder of the seemingly obvious proof before her eyes.

Nellie's mother had a very strange indoctrination in religion. Her mother's father was raised Catholic, but strayed. He married a woman, had a child, divorced her and took up with Nellie's grandmother. They had Nellie's mother, and eventually married before Nellie's Uncle came along. So not exactly living the Catholic lifestyle. Eventually Nellie's grandfather decided to get his religious lifestyle right and started attending church properly. (oh boy, another topic for the docket!)

Nellie's mother recalls going to church and religious education at a very young age and participating in all the Catholic rituals such as first communion and such. Nellie's grandmother, however, was not raised Catholic but desired to become one. She spent considerable time (years) studying and attending classes and becoming active in the parish in an attempt to "be" Catholic. She carried little drawings of saints in her wallet, placed crucifixes above every doorway and never missed Mass.

But it apparently wasn't enough, and when Nellie's mother was 16 years old, her grandmother died of cancer. Unconfirmed and unable to receive last rites, she died believing that she wasn't good enough for God because she had not become Catholic.

The entire episode sent Nellie's mother and Grandfather into chaos and a rejection of the Catholic church. They never went to church after that, as far as Nellie knows.

So growing up, Nellie's mother only told them the basics about God. He lives in heaven. He is nice and loves everybody. Nellie was cool with this and when her mom (in order to get some sleep after long Saturday nights out on the town) sent her and her sisters to whatever church was closest on Sunday mornings, Nellie felt comfortable that she was doing a good thing. God loved her. God was nice. What more must one know?

The downhill slide in Nellie's understanding/acceptance of God began when she was 9. If you've been reading carefully, you already know that Nellie's foster parents were uber-religious freaks that imposed their strict views of God onto her.

But, you may be surprised to know that it wasn't them who started the slippery slope. They just kept her on it.

When Nellie was 9, she met a new girl at her school (she herself had moved to this town a few months earlier, so Nellie was anxious to befriend anybody she could). This girl invited Nellie to come to her church on a weeknight for something called "Awana". Don't ask what it stands for, I've long since forgotten. But anybody who's been to Awana knows exactly what it is.

In short it's a group of team-oriented games that are played around a colored circle (divided into quadrants) on a floor. The games themselves were fun and all that jazz. No problem. But, as Nellie soon discovered, the games and prizes are only there to lure kids into the "devotional" time that soon follows. And it's there, in that time, that the high pressure sales tactics of the church were revealed.

Starting with the very first week, and every single week afterwards, the preacher talked incessantly about one 'fact'. He sprinkled this 'fact' in between fun stories of Jesus, miracles and Old Testament lore of great battles and people like Moses and King David.

This starting, frightening and dreadful 'fact' that was pointedly inserted into every story and message was this: you, Nellie, are a sinner! Your heart is as black as coal! And unless you accept Jesus as your personal Savior by saying this "prayer" you will go to hell and burn forever. You could die at any moment and you do not want to miss this opportunity to listen to God!

Nellie, whose only knowledge of God prior to this revelation was that God loves her and is nice, was more than a bit shocked by this news. Was it true? Did God really wish to send her, a helpless 9-year old, to hell forever? Just because she had not come to the understanding that she was a sinner, whatever that was!

Well, it didn't take too many weeks of this high-pressure tactics for Nellie to 'give in' and 'accept Jesus as her personal Lord and Savior'. Not only did the pastor harp on it endlessly in his messages, but when the entire group broke into smaller groups for lessons by age range, the teacher of that group took her aside privately to assess her "born-again'ness" and eagerly offer to help her "get saved" (after all, there were stars in a crown to be had in Heaven for each person you 'brought to the Lord').

Nellie, being somewhat on the shy side (okay, okay, a bit stubborn and skeptical as well), decided to "ask Jesus into her heart" privately. She'd heard the "prayer" they were to say dozens of times, knew the Bible verses that applied to salvation and just decided she would be a DIY'er of Salvation!

To her shock and dismay, when she said "the prayer" nothing happened. There was no "shock" to her system (as apparently she was expecting some physical reaction in her heart when Jesus 'came into' it). She didn't feel this great weight of relief come upon her (after all, by age 9 she hadn't yet got around to committing adultery or murder yet) and the entire experience was completely anti-climatic.

However, Nellie assured herself that she'd done the right thing, even if for purposes of insurance. Who knows...perhaps they are right? Perhaps God really does send everybody to hell unless they've said "the prayer"?

Fast forward to the following summer. The family has moved yet again, and this time, the nearest church is of the same denomination that Nellie's friend belonged to. This church doesn't have Awana, but they have Sunday school and youth group meetings and such. Nellie's mother finds a neighbor who attends and lines up for the girls to be picked up for every church activity and service. More free time to sleep off her partying, I suppose.

The high-pressure sales tactics were present at this church as well, but Nellie smugly informed them that she'd already been 'born again' so they more or less let her be. Towards the end of the summer, some family in the church sponsored her to attend a week of Bible camp nearby. That was really a lot of fun, except for the twice-daily chapel sessions fully loaded with the sales pitch again (I wonder if all these people became timeshare salesmen in the future? The tactics of inviting you to a free weekend at a hotel IF you sit through the sales pitch seems vaguely familiar here!).

Well, Nellie stuck to her story and informed her cabin counselor that indeed, she was already 'born again.' But this time, the counselor demanded proof. Proof? What sort of proof does one provide for having said a prayer? When Nellie asked what kind of proof she desired, the counselor asked to see the date written in Nellie's Bible. Say what? Doggone it! Sure as shit, they have a fool-proof system for determining if you did it "their way". Frank Sinatra be damned, apparently there is no "I did it my way" allowed in Salvation?

Well, Nellie didn't have any proof because at that time she had not yet earned her free Bible for attendance. The counselor didn't stop with the questioning. "Who led you to the Lord?" she asks. Oops. When Nellie told her that she said the prayer on her own after hearing about it, the counselor replied that 'she may not have done it right' and offered to 'lead her to the Lord' again!

Well, Nellie wasn't having any of that, let me tell you! She'd done it once, and in her opinion, done it correctly. She'd said "the prayer" exactly as quoted by the pastor and could recite all the Bible verses to back it up! She politely declined the counselor's offer.

However, that incident wasn't the last of the subject. Somehow, it seemed as if everybody Nellie came in contact with at the camp just knew that she wasn't 'born again' the right way! The pressure mounted and at the last evening chapel session, it seemed as if they were not going to let her attend the bonfire unless she raised her hand, went forward during what's referred to as the 'altar call' (wherein the sinners who wish to be born again come to the front of the church to be gawked at by all those smug already-born-again people) to 'receive Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior'.

Nellie hated the thought of giving in to them, but she'd decided that 1. there would be no peace for her until she did... the counselors no doubt would find a way to get word to the pastor at the church she attended and they would go back to the high pressures sales tactics every week with her and 2. she'd at least get a date and signature in her Bible this time, so that nobody would EVER question her born-again'ness again! To be constantly scrutinized under a religious microscope, having everything questioned as "would someone who's reallllllllllllly a Christian say this, do that, listen to this, read that, wear this, laugh at that..." was infuriating. If she had a date and a signature in her Bible, she could show anybody who questioned her as proof!

So yes, Nellie raised her hand when the preacher asked for everybody to bow their heads and for those who wished to be born-again to hold up their hands. She went forward at the altar call and allowed herself to be led to a dark side-room where counselors with flashlights sat waiting for their prey. She allowed herself to nod and make the appropriate responses to the Bible verses as they were outlined and managed to stumble through the prayer, as though it weren't rote. And when she emerged, she had a date and a signature in her Bible.

Can you see where this is all going? Can you see how Nellie's early interactions with a rabid crowd of fundamentalist religious wackos set her up for a lifetime of sensitivity to the ever-changing face of God?

Well, luckily for Nellie, the family soon moved again and when they landed in the same small town where she'd lived her early years, she was comfortable with taking up with old friends and classmates. There was no church nearby and Nellie's mom seemed to have forgotten to look for someone to take them away on Sunday mornings. Nellie's older sister was now 12 and 'old enough' to look after her younger sisters whenever their mother needed "space".

However, as fate would have it, shortly after that move, Nellie's mom broke up with the boyfriend (whom they'd been living with) and they moved to the other side of the bay. And per another stroke of fate, their landlord was the local doctor (oh boy, another topic for another day) and the real estate agent who handled his properties was none other than Mr. Smith (future foster father).

As his religion dictated, Mr. Smith wasted no time in inviting Nellie's entire family to his church (notably, of the same denomination that the previous 2 churches and Bible camp had been) and while Nellie's mother politely declined, she more than willingly offered up her three daughters to the wolves.

Nellie's mother never questioned anything these churches taught her kids (because, frankly, she never inquired or cared). So without anybody to speak any reason to her, Nellie just assumed eventually that indeed what these churches were saying must be true.

In less than a year, things went from bad to worse there and Nellie's mother began to party long hours, days on end, often leaving the girls alone with no idea of her whereabouts. The girls were accustomed to this behavior from their mother; it had been going on for years. But Mr. Smith, who was 'just doing his duty' as the landlord's agent, soon figured out what was going on and began putting calls into the county's child welfare workers.

And such is how Nellie and her sisters landed in foster care. At first, all three of them. Soon, the youngest was returned to their mother. Yes, as you might guess, a story for another day.

In what surely must have been a rigged setup, Nellie and her older sister became wards of the state in the care of... Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Yes, indeedy.

By the time Nellie left their home, she'd pretty much concluded that their religion, while it had grains of truth in it, was seriously whacked out of line. Her foster parents refused to allow her to apply at anything other than Bible colleges, so she spent her first year at a Bible college and promptly transferred away. She broke ties with them a few months after leaving their home.

But what she never could break, and in some ways still hasn't, is her frustration and disgust at the way religion was used to put her down, force her into an unrealistic and narrow-minded mold and keep her 'under the grip' of the preachers and leaders of the church.

Unfortunately, Nellie's first husband had been raised in much the same religious bent, and while he outwardly rejected religion as she did, he conveniently wished Nellie to live under its rules (while he conveniently did not). Can you imagine the problems that caused? Massive.

After her divorce, Nellie determined she would not raise her daughter in any religion whatsoever. It was simply too full of contradictions and meaningless rules.

So you might be surprised to learn that a couple years later, Nellie became Catholic. That's a story for another day perhaps. But she moved away to college and met a wonderful group of Catholic people who run a homeless shelter system in that small town. They are the epitome of what God wants of his people. Non judgmental, accepting, non-preachy nor demanding. Nellie was drawn to their views of God.

So she became Catholic. Well, to make a long story short, she's discovered in the past dozen years that how those people are Catholic is not representative of Catholics as a whole. And even though she learned this lesson fairly quickly (when she moved from that small town for a job), it took a decade before she truly gave up on the Catholic faith.

Nellie's religious turmoil just adds to her emotional turmoil overall. And emotional turmoil, as we already have established, leads to stressed out eating and lack of energy/motivation for doing the things she ought to be doing (exercising and remaining active).

Sometimes I think that Nellie just thinks too much. She carries too many hurts too close to her heart still. And those hurts cause her to be in continual pain. And pain can be exhibited in all sorts of twisted ways. Some people cut themselves, hurt themselves, fall into depression, fail to maintain any normal lifestyle. Nellie manages to avoid most of those destructive behaviors and cycles, but her pain comes out as food stuffed in.

How to get Nellie to stop thinking about this stuff all the time... I don't know. Maybe it's a bit of OCD in her that ruminates her pain, turning it like a flapjack so that it's perfectly well done on all sides?

Some things to consider. Until next time, I bid you all a good day.

Flo

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

The B-Bomb


It's a beautiful, albeit somewhat chilly, May day in the Midwest. Nellie is enjoying the view out the window--a pair of robins that are nesting in her yard are worm-hunting in the great piles of freshly pushed around dirt. The landscape has gone from huge piles to piles spread back out. Good for the birds!

I sit contentedly turning vanilla nut coffee cream into stores of future calories. Yeah, it's not the fat-free stuff. That only comes in a couple of flavors and it gets boring having that all the time. However, even the fat-free creamer has calories, so I still get to do some work, since she drinks creamer in her coffee every day. Not as much, perhaps, but it doesn't take much for me, Flo, to do my thing!

Well, I must report something quite interesting. Ever since I let the cat out of the bag last week, Nellie hasn't been behaving tooooooo terribly. I expected her to really go hog-wild with the snacking. Not to say she's all 'fixed' or anything, but she didn't go on a splurge-of-horrific-proportions. Hmmm. We'll have to do some speculating about what that means.

At any rate, now I'm back to my mental list of other topics I wished to bring up in our discussion about myself. To remind you all (read: for those of you who are just dull enough to have missed it in the first place) my name is Flo. Short for 'Floret'. And I am Nellie's fat. Yes, fat. Need I repeat myself again? Yes, fat. Take a good laugh and get over it. I am writing this blog so that I can share with you why I exist.

I exist, obviously, for medical necessity. Zero fat is not good. We've established this. However, I am more rotund than is desirable for Nellie's body. And let me say again, this is not my fault! I am merely doing my job. It is Nellie who must realize why she overfeeds me and under-exercises her body (causing me to be ever more efficient) and how she can modify this behavior.

In an effort to get to the bottom of this issue, I have been pointing out the reasons that I (being a somewhat passive and unbiased observer of all things concerning Nellie) can so easily see to explain Nellie's eating behaviors.

I've already pinpointed several of them:
1. her nervous disposition
2. her stubborn insistence that she can damn well do whatever she wants as an adult
3. her nagging fear of failure as a writer
4. her lonely existence

Now, since last time we talked about the L-Bombs (love and loneliness) this time I thought I'd talk about the B-Bomb. Not to say that we're entirely done with the L-Bombs. We'll come back to them later. But today I want to talk about Nellie's perception of Beauty and what it means to her to be thought of as 'beautiful' by her husband Ned.

Nellie grew up with conflicting ideas about her beauty, or lack thereof. Her older sister used to put her down a lot, probably in reaction to her own self-esteem issues. Her mother always told her how much she "looked like Grandma" and apparently that was a good thing, but then this was coming from the same mother who gave her nicknames such as "urchin" and "hog jaws". Nellie was (by the standards of the '70's) a chubby child. This of course set her up for a lifetime of confusion when her mother fed her as much as she desired to eat (during times when food was plentiful) and yet put her down for being chubby.

So Nellie didn't feel beautiful growing up. When she turned 10, she had a growth spurt and slimmed down quite a bit naturally. She had beautiful blond hair and earrings and straight teeth, plus she was as tall as her 12 year old sister (who by contrast had thin brown hair, no earrings and crooked teeth) and suddenly began to attract the attention of boys at school. This infuriated her older sister, who did her part to beef up Nellie's low self-esteem by beefing up her criticism of her sister.

When Nellie was nearing her 12th birthday, she and her sisters were put into foster care. During the years that Nellie stayed with that family, whom I'll call the Smiths, she was given messages regarding beauty as well. Her foster parents didn't pick on her about being chubby (and she grew much chubbier during the first few years there as there was never a scarcity of food). But they equated 'beauty' all in terms of Biblical views of the subject.

For instance, she was told that having her hair cut short, which had long been a preference even though she rarely could afford a haircut, wasn't beautiful. Proper young women have long, flowing hair that they pin back modestly or wear in braids or buns. Permanents, dye and other hair-altering concoctions were discouraged until adulthood.

Jewelry, clothing and behavior also was expected to be appropriately modest, in order to conform to the Bible's view on femininity and beauty. Dresses were strongly encouraged, jeans and tee shirts were discouraged (or forbidden...things that did not meet the approval of Mrs. Smith disappeared from closets and dressers). Wearing shorts in the summer was strictly forbidden. After all, a proper young woman does not go about displaying her body for boys and men to see!

So much of what Nellie was taught about beauty during her teen years was rooted in shame. You will be shamed, a hussy and a slut, if you wear X,Y or Z. Everything you chose, from your clothing to your hairdo to the way you walked and talked, was all for the sole purpose of not bringing shame to yourself by appearing as if you wish to attract the opposite sex at all.

Let's just say it was modesty in the extreme. But Nellie adapted and while she internally rejected most of what was taught her in that culture, she complied for the sake of keeping peace with her foster family and 'doing her time' there.

Nellie's first serious boyfriend, who later became her first husband, had strange notions of beauty himself. While he outwardly claimed to lean toward the modesty-theory (as his mother was the perfect example of such) he inwardly had a rather tawdry desire for the neighborhood slut-types. Hahaha! If only his mother had known! For the sake of this blog, we'll call him Bobby.

Bobby didn't dare break out of his 'good son' image and seek to date the neighborhood sluts. His brother got to do that instead (as the bad-sheep of the family). So Nellie was a good choice on some levels. Safe.

During all the years they dated and were married, Nellie was never made to feel that she was beautiful. She lost a considerable amount of weight late in high school, but yet her status as a church-going-goody-two-shoes (pushed upon her by the Smith's) kept anybody but Bobby from being interested in her.

Often during those years when Nellie was dating/married to Bobby, she'd ask him "am I beautiful?" and he'd always give her the same answer: "you're cute." He refused to tell her she was beautiful because, as he frankly put it, she didn't fit the mold of traditional beauty. But that's okay, he told her, she should just be happy with what she is.

She accepted it and just ignored her nagging concern about being 'beautiful.'

After her divorce, she dated some but never really had enough comfort level with a few of them to ask that fatal question: am I beautiful. However, she did get such a compliment from one of them while he was a bit tipsy. Does that count?

Those couple that she actually did ask for their assessment, she got varying answers. Most of them were confused about the question. One gushed about her beauty as a person, another gushed about her apparently desirable boobs, but mostly what she got was "you're cute". Judging herself against models and movie stars, I suppose 'cute' should suffice?

What Nellie isn't trying to get is some lame statement comparing her to the likes of Cleopatra, but an assessment of whether or not any man who supposedly 'loves' her also finds her beautiful, despite cultural conventions. Finding her 'beautiful', in her own way of thinking, equates 'true love'. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right?? Well, if a man who supposedly 'loves' her deeply doesn't find her beautiful, what does that say about the quality of his love? These are thoughts that nag at the back of Nellie's subconscious.

Perhaps this is entirely neurotic, flawed thinking on Nellie's part. Personally, I've never been able to understand her fixation on the issue. But then again, as I grow, Nellie herself feels less beautiful all the time, thereby increasing her need to hear that, despite my heft, she is still beautiful to the people she loves.

As a way to obtain that assurance, she makes barbs at herself. Ned, being the somewhat tuned in man he can be (when Nellie has his full attention) poo-poo's her comments aside. When pressed he will even say "you're beautiful to me."

Well, okay Ned, that's closer. You've gotten closer than any other man in Nellie's life. But that isn't exactly what she wants to hear, you clod!! Just tell her she's beautiful, for mercy's sake!

Ahhh, sometimes I wish I had the ability to leave messages on Nellie's skin, like the demon in The Exorcist! hahaha! Do you think Ned would listen to me? Or would he just call in the priest and try to get rid of me that way? If only it were as easy as some holy water and prayer.

Ohhhh, but that's tomorrow's topic. Best not get ahead of myself here!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Flo the archeologist


Yes, I am like an archaeologist on an important dig. I start out taking a shovel and hauling out a few good chunks of dirt. Then I move to the hand trowel. And finally, as I inch closer and closer to the item I'm seeking to uncover, I pull out the tiny brush and gently dab at my finding.

Nellie's been feeling the effects of my shoveling and troweling. In fact, she's trying very hard to get me to shut up. In the day since my last post, Nellie has consumed some pretty drastic servings of ice cream (not something she normally even likes a lot of), a horrible-tasting but no-doubt fattening brownie, larger helpings of every meal and today, a half-pound of chocolate covered peanuts.

What's up with that, Nellie, I want to ask. Why is she punishing me...or is she punishing herself? Does she think that feeding me, granted except for that horrid brownie it was all pretty darn good, I'll stop my quest, stop excavating down to the last speck of dust?

Oh no, Nellie, don't you go thinking you can stop me that easily!! No sirree, I'm not going to stop, and unless you are going to forsake your computer, you won't likely get me to shut up anytime soon.

You see, Nellie knows what's coming. I promised you there was much more to her eating habits and sure, there are several topics I've been mulling. But there's one biggie to come. Nellie desperately doesn't want me to talk about this. She thinks it will do no good to bring it up; nothing will change. But still, it lurks under every decision about food that she makes.

I hadn't planned to really drop the L-Bomb --Nellie's BIG issue-- just yet but thought I'd deal more with the trivial matters of food and fat first.

But the past few days have really convinced me that we need to get this out into the open. Sooner is better than later. If Nellie has her way, I'll never talk about this, so out with it!

What, you are probably wondering, is the L-Bomb? Well, it's going to be my way of referring to the L's of Nellie's life. Love and Loneliness.

Nellie tries to poo-poo away the effects of these issues, but I know that it's literally eating away at her. And as these high-charged emotional issues eat at her, well, you already know what she does to shut it up (as if that works... come on Nellie, get real!).

Yeah, deep down she knows that it doesn't work. But it's all she knows to do to ease the emotions that arise in both of these situations.

Let's take a brief look at Nellie's education about, and experience with, both of these L-Bombs.

First, love. Nellie doesn't really recall any sense of love from her family as a child. She didn't have the supremely confident knowledge that her mother loved her no matter what. She didn't feel love from her older, bossy and acting-out older sibling, either. Her younger sister, nearly five years her junior, was pretty loving. That's one relationship that she's always maintained fairly easily. Without a stable father in the picture, where was a child to get love?

Nellie didn't really bond with most of her step-fathers or mother's boyfriends. They rarely lasted more than six months (even the marriages). She soon learned to live a solitary life within the bubble of her existence.

Nellie's mom talks about how much she always loved her kids and did what she felt was best for them, but Nellie doesn't remember things that way. Backing her up are the memories of her siblings, who also say they didn't feel that their mom was "all about her kids" like she claims.

So Nellie grew up not really feeling loved, and rather feeling that it wasn't terribly important. When you never know you're missing something, you tend not to feel neglected or at a loss. It's only when you have something and then lose it, that you realize what you are missing.

Nellie's teen years were spent in the foster care system. This is a whole other can of worms meant for another day. But as for lessons in love, there were scant few. Her foster parents' marriage was a strange one, indeed, and while they claimed to love each other, it seemed more like a marriage of convenience for the both of them.

One thing that she did observe and pick up on, however, was that two adults can live under the same roof and not be fighting and angry constantly. That was definitely a revelation for her. While she contributes most of this semi-peaceful existence to her foster-mother's religious beliefs (in that the man is the boss and the woman goes along with whatever), she does look back and realize that it was good for her to see *something* different than what she'd thus far observed in her mother's interactions with men.

So Nellie went into the world as an adult, with a boyfriend who was a year ahead of her and already in college. Here again, a story for another day. There weren't any real lessons she learned about Love from him or his family, except to say that there are some seriously twisted views of 'love' in the world.

Several years of dating long-distance led to marriage and Nellie's oldest daughter. The marriage itself was over within months of the wedding, in Nellie's view point. It dragged on for four and a half long years before she finally walked away from the situation.

But one thing that she definitely took out of that relationship was a sense that her marriage had been immensely lonely.

Ahhhh, so this leads us to Lonely, the other L-Bomb.

Suffice it to say, Nellie's growing up, and years in the foster home, were full of loneliness. She'd always been a bit shy and solitary as a child, and while she always had a few loyal friends, she's remained, to this day, a somewhat solitary adult. She's a home body and enjoys peace and quiet, a simple existence and a good book or a sewing project.

But one thing that Nellie insisted, when single, was that if she ever got into a long-term relationship again, she refused to be lonely.

That song by Dan Fogelberg "Lonely In Love" is what comes to mind. "Baby You're My One and Only, Why Must I be Lonely In Love?"... ahhh yes, Dan and Nellie must have been soul mates or something because so much of his music resonates the feelings and experiences of Nellie's life. In fact, I think that if her fictionalized account of her family ever were turned into an epic movie, the entire soundtrack could be easily found amongst the body of work by Dan Fogelberg. It was a sad day, indeed, when he was lost to the world earlier this year.

Okay, well, if you haven't ever heard the full song, you can read the lyrics in full on Dan Fogelberg's website: http://www.danfogelberg.com/alphalyrics3.html

So well, anyway, all my background has probably led you to the proper conclusion already. Yes, Nellie is, despite her determination never to be in this position again, lonely in love.

How did this happen? Well, I have to say that it's kind of Nellie's own fault. She suspected that things might end up this way, but she didn't back out of the relationship anyway. Why?

Well, it wasn't because she was desperate to stop being single. Nellie had dated a handful of men in the eight years since her divorce. Nobody lasted much longer than six months; half didn't last that long! She'd pretty much been burnt out by dating. If it wasn't a man cheating on her (egads, let's see...of the five she dated in those years, three cheated!), it was a man who was trying to turn her into something she wasn't (yes a story for another day) or a man who was still in love with another woman. Yeah, she picked some winners!

Which is exactly why she didn't back out of the relationship with her current husband, whom I'll call Ned. Ned is as faithful as the family dog. Ned wasn't still in love with his ex and had no agenda to turn Nellie into something that she wasn't.

Ned had a lot of great qualities going for him. Those were mighty attractive to Nellie. He's funny--he's the kind of guy that everybody likes. He's easy-going, not a hot-headed control freak like her first husband.

He's hard-working. He's been putting in as much overtime as he can for all these past five-plus years so that Nellie could be home with the kids.

He loves his kids and is proud of them. He's sweet and considerate far more often than any other man Nellie dated.

Oh, and did I mention that he's an excellent cook? Nellie started packing on the pounds almost immediately after they began dating!

So what on earth does Nellie have to complain about, you may ask.

Well, perhaps Nellie has unrealistic expectations of relationships, but it is what it is: she's lonely!

Ned is a blue-collar worker with a physically laborious job. He's been working 10-hour days for five years now. And on and off for months on end, sometimes it's 6 days a week. It's been 6 days a week for five months now.

Ned is pretty typical of Midwestern blue-collar workers in many ways. His life is very predictable and he likes it that way. He goes to work early in the morning, works all day, comes home and eats a big meal, then promptly retires to the recliner where he sits with the dog in his lap, snoozes on and off all evening, and eventually collapses into bed when he wakes at some point in the night.

Nellie feels guilty expecting more out of him, but most nights she has the vague sense that except for his brief appearance at the dinner table (he eats quickly and leaves her and the kids alone to finish a lot of nights), she may as well be a single parent. But unlike being a true single parent, she's not free to seek out any other man for emotional companionship. That would be considered either cheating, or nearly-cheating (as the rules for relationships have become more complex with the addition of the internet).

And even though you didn't ask, no doubt you can guess about how much of a sex life this evening routine gives the couple. In short...not much.

Ned gets defensive and makes excuses if Nellie tries to voice her feelings about the situation to him. Doesn't she realize his job is physically demanding? Doesn't she realize that he's working as much as he can for the family? It all boils down to: don't you appreciate me?

Ned needs to feel appreciated, and for sure Nellie does her part to make sure he's appreciated. She tries very hard not to nag him about helping out with the house, the kids, the pets. If he's sound asleep when the kids need putting to bed, she does it herself. If he cooks and leaves a mess, she cleans it up. If he washes laundry and leaves it in a wrinkled mess, she folds it.

Not to say she's a saint; she does her share of bitching at him for things he does that annoy her. But when it comes to her real feelings about the quality of their emotional relationship, she pretty much keeps quiet these days.

Nellie has some pretty specific ideas on what things could improve this situation, but Ned will have no part of it. First off, she'd like to banish the TV. When Nellie was single, she and her daughter spent most of those years without a working TV at all. They never, ever had cable or satellite TV. If they watched TV, it was usually a movie they owned or rented. When they were done watching the movie or show, the TV went off. It was never on for 'background noise' and instead they spent time reading, working puzzles, playing games or being active.

Ned knew that Nellie's life was like this, and when the pair first began to talk about living together (as Nellie absolutely refused to consider marriage until knowing if she could live peacefully under the same roof as Ned), Nellie brought up her concerns about Ned's level of TV watching.

He assured her that it was simply because he lived alone and had nothing else to occupy his evenings. While skeptical, Nellie accepted his answer. When they moved to the house they still live in, Nellie suggested choosing at least 2 days per week when the TV would not be turned on at all. Ned initially agreed, but never really stuck to it. Nellie at first objected, but she didn't put her foot down.

And so now seven years later, the TV is on seven days a week, from the moment Ned finishes his supper to the moment she turns it off sometime after he's fallen asleep.

More TV time has taken its toll on Nellie, too, by the way. She used to ride bike a lot, walk in the evenings. In order to spend any time at all with Ned, she's learned that she must sit in front of the TV with him, most likely munching on something as well.

So Nellie most definitely feels that the TV is a large culprit in the whole fat-battle. And I have to agree. It is much easier for me to beef up if the TV keeps her sendentary.

However, there are many evenings when Nellie just can't stomach the thought of sitting and watching TV. These are times when she either reads a book in another room, works on her solitary hobbies (sewing, crochet), plays with the kids elsewhere (although they, too, have come to realize that getting ANY time with Daddy in the evening means sitting with him to watch TV) or spending time at the computer. All of which leave her feeling lonely when she realizes that there in the next room is a man she really loves, but who takes no interest in her whatsoever.

Ned has occasionally made note of Nellie's computer time and how he feels that she spends more time with the computer than him. What a twist of irony! haha! What he can't seem to understand, no matter how many times Nellie tells him this, is that she'd rather spend time with the computer (where at least she can create and communicate with friends online) than with the TV. Spending time with Ned in front of the TV equates basically spending time with the TV. He just doesn't get it. Or maybe he's setting her up to "take the blame" here by acting like Nellie is ignoring him. Hard to say how that will pan out.

But I do know that if Ned said "let's take a walk" or "let's play a game" or "let's just chat about our lives" she'd be flipping the monitor off so fast his head would spin! Try telling him that, though. It becomes a handy excuse for him: well, Nellie is always on the computer... why shouldn't I watch TV & be comfortable??

So what does Nellie do in response to all of Ned's TV time and lack of any emotional time for their relationship? All together now (you should know this by now): she eats.

In her own twisted logic, Nellie feels that since Ned doesn't seem to notice or care, she rarely puts on makeup (in fact, tells her he doesn't care if she wears makeup or not). She doesn't bother to dress up, preferring sweats or yoga pants that stretch and baggy tee shirts. She doesn't fix her hair, because no matter how she looks, Ned will say 'you look fine' to her.

He thinks that by being 'accepting' of whatever, he's showing Nellie that he loves her. But all he's really showing her is that he doesn't care. That's not love. That's apathy.

Now, don't get me wrong. Nellie does believe that Ned loves her. But she also believes (and has believed since early in the relationship) that Ned is somehow emotionally stunted in terms of being able to be truly present in this relationship. Was it something in the nature of the relationship between his parents that gave him these strange notions of how to behave in marriage? Is it some leftover baggage from his first marriage? I tend to think it was the first. His parents, while they loved their kids and (presumably) each other, were only peripherally involved in each other's lives. He seems to think that the status quo he grew up with is acceptable, or maybe that breaking out of that mold would mean having to examine the dysfunction that was his parents' marriage (both are deceased now, so it's easier to just remember the good & forget the bad).

Either way, Ned almost subconsciously builds up walls between himself and Nellie, and being too tired, too engrossed in a TV show, too sore to be involved, have become easy walls indeed.

Another oldie but goodie in terms of songs comes to mind. Barry Manilow, singing a song about father and son: we're two ships that pass in the night. But we smile and we say it's all right. We're still here, it's just that we're out of sight, like those ships that pass in the night.

Nellie feels like she and Ned are ships that pass in the night. They love each other, there's no doubt about that. But Ned's choices, whether conscious or subconscious, are causing Nellie to live a life of loneliness. She wants a husband who will spend time with her in the evening, not time in front of the TV.

She wants a husband who will read to the kids (and not just one quick book so as to ease his conscience so he can hurry up and get to his TV). She wants someone who has enough energy after a day of work to go for a walk (Ned always says his feet hurt) and will be awake for a while so that she can chat with him or just have someone to say to her 'how was your day?'.

It's those things: taking time to be with her and talking to her, that indicate to her that she's loved. Sure, Ned does {in his own way} show love to Nellie, but he also needs to understand that she needs to have it shown in ways that mean something to her, too! Sometimes she thinks Ned really doesn't even know her. It's like they stopped talking the minute they started having sex, or the minute they moved in together. The talking, the sharing, the getting to know each other should not stop after the initial phase of the relationship. Yet, for Ned, it was sufficient. It wasn't for Nellie.

And lastly, she wants someone who cares about her health. Ned thinks that by being 'accepting' of her no matter what she weighs, that he's showing he cares. Actually, Nellie feels just the opposite about it. It's almost like she's purposely not losing weight, just to see if she can force Ned to care about something...anything! What if she got to be 300 pounds? Would he care? What if she ends up diabetic, housebound, incapable of caring for herself? Would he care?

See, in order for Ned to care about how Nellie treats her own body, he'd have to become conscious of and learn to care about how he treats his body. Ned has been a smoker since high school. In eight years with Nellie, he's attempted to quit, actually quit for a couple years, but started again in secret, and now smokes those evil small cigars. He smokes maybe one in the evening at home. Sometimes two. Always outside, in any weather, so the kids won't see. He won't be able to hide this forever, but he still tries. So he's not a chain smoker. But he knows he shouldn't smoke; he knows that Nellie hates it. But she accepts it.

Ned also has high cholesterol (very bad, in fact) and yet continues to pander to his equally bad eating habits. Before Ned came along, Nellie helped curb her eating by simply not buying and having junk food in the house. If she needed something that badly, she'd go out, buy one serving (mini half pint of ice cream, single-serve bag of chips, one can of soda) and be done with it. But Ned, well, he works hard and he feels that he deserves to have ice cream, soda, chips and dip and all that stuff handy for his evening snacking (which incidentally hasn't gone down since he started up smoking again). He thinks that Nellie, if she feels those things are bad for her, simply shouldn't eat them. More for him. He feels that she should not punish him by refusing to allow those foods in the house. She should have the self-control not to eat them.

Yet his own double-standard (i.e., expecting Nellie to have the self-control not to eat the junk while he himself doesn't have the self-control to stop smoking completely) escapes him. Conveniently.

Ned also shuns exercise of any sort and conveniently blames his slothful behavior on his job and a back injury he suffered some years ago. But Nellie doesn't buy it any more. He wasn't like this for several months when they dated before living together. He managed to stay awake and do things in the evening with her and even said he'd like to bike or walk in the evenings. And even more telling, when Ned has a week of vacation, is well-rested and not laboring physically day in and out, he still maintains the same routine--exhausted by 7:00 p.m. and insisting that he must be in his recliner in front of the TV. When he's home on a weekend, after sleeping in in the morning, he falls asleep at 10:00 a.m. in the recliner, in front of the TV.

Nellie believes very strongly that "being tired/sleepy/sore feet/aching back" while they may have some basis in reality, have become a convenient way for Ned not to be present emotionally in their relationship.

Whether it's because he doesn't know how to have a truly emotional relationship, or he's afraid to do so, she doesn't know. And she doesn't know how to determine which it is. She's considered demanding that they seek the assistance of a specialist, but she knows that while Ned will go along with it, he won't easily do the introspective work required to come to any real conclusions about himself and act accordingly.

What are her other options? To go have an affair? Hardly Nellie's style at all. However, the temptation to find a male friend for some emotional bonding is present. Considering her lack of social life however, it's hardly going to be happening.

Should she try to shake Ned from his complacency by demanding he change...or else? Since she has no real intentions of breaking up the family over this issue, that seems a rather ineffective way to proceed.

Should she tell Ned how she feels? Well, believe me, she's been down that route before. Several times. And what has been the result? Do you really have to ask? Yes, Ned has made efforts to change. For a day or two. Maybe a week.

But since Ned really doesn't understand the root of the issue: that until he makes permanent changes in his behavior that result in him being able to spend more quality time with his wife and children and result in him truly caring about the health of the entire family, Nellie will forever be languishing in love and filling her emptiness with chocolate covered peanuts and brownies.

But mostly, unless he cares enough to change for his own sake, nothing is going to change.

However, that being said, don't think I'm going to let Nellie off the hook on the eating thing. Understanding why she's eating like this is one thing. Letting it continue unchecked for another...no way girl.

I don't know how just yet, but I'm going to find some way to get through to her. Maybe I should just beat Ned upside the head with a two-by-four and tell him his wife is eating herself to an early grave because she's lonely in love.

Don't suppose that would work, though. So back to the drawing board for me.

Not sure what our next topic will be. This is going to take some getting used to for Nellie--now that the words are down there in black and white and read all over (lol, old joke... in another generation no kid will have a clue what a newspaper even is!). So expect my next report to include all sorts of junk she's stuffing in her face, insecure in the knowledge that her big secret with the L-Bombs is out there in cyberspace for all to see!!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

The Family Curse


As promised, it is I, Flo, here to en-lighten [no pun intended] you all once again on the deep mysteries of Nellie.

Yesterday I told you that Nellie has opportunities that she purposely ignores and pushes aside. Well, it's not like people are beating down her door offering her fame and fortune for all of nothing. Don't get me wrong. Nellie would have to work for it.

Every person that's ever read Nellie's writing has been positive about it. Her high school English teacher encouraged her to write and has remained a cheerleader to this day. Her college professors all loved her and wrote glowing praises on all her papers. Her journalism prof even went so far as to suggest some magazines that she should submit her work to.

Did she? No. Why?

Is Nellie afraid of the work it would involve? Absolutely not. Writing is not work for Nellie; it comes to her quite easily.

Then why pass up opportunities that merely require a bit of work?

Because.

Because why? you may ask.

Because of the Family Curse.

The "What if I try and Fail?" Curse.

In Nellie's family there have always been creative individuals. In fact, most everybody in Nellie's family has a talent of some sort or other. She has one sister who's artistic. Another who's a violinist. Neither of them has pursued their talents. Nellie herself has numerous talent areas besides writing.

Further back, her grandfather was an extremely talented cook and musician. But he worked most of his life in menial jobs for low pay. Why?

Still further back, her great-grandmother (grandfather's mother) dreamed of being a writer and poet. Sure, she submitted ditties now and then to the local newspaper, many of which were printed. But in her long life she never quite completed so much as a full outline for a manuscript, much less the manuscript itself. Why?

Not that I can speak with 100% authority on the matter, but from what I gather, talented people in Nellie's family have a deep-seated--perhaps inbred--fear of failure.

You know the old saying "better to have loved and lost than to never love at all?" Well, Nellie's family does not take that to heart when it comes to exercising and honing talents. Their mantra is more like "better to have never tried than to try and fail" or something along those lines.

So herein lies an interesting conundrum for Nellie. Through a twist of fate, she had the opportunity to write and publish two books--I think I told you that before. The one became quite popular and she's been interviewed for magazine articles as a result. You'd think most people with that kind of opportunity would work doubly hard to keep promoting their work and keep the ball rolling, right??

Well, I have to give Nellie a bit of credit. She set up a website about her books, current projects and such. It's allowed people who've read her work to find her and comment to her or ask questions. That's been good. She has worked some on writing projects in the last two years since the books were published, but she hasn't done nearly as much as she could. Rather than being interviewed for magazine articles, why isn't she writing them herself? She has experience, education and excellent references.

And why, months after finishing the huge fiction project (that I mentioned previously as well), has she only sent a query out to ONE (1) agent?

Granted, she has a lot going on. Kids to raise, one graduating from high school, a house in construction-hell, the looming job market that stinks but yet she needs to get back into at some point. But still, her time isn't *that* tight. She could squeeze in the time and effort to write more, send more out, try to rummage up some income. She could.

But she doesn't work as hard as she could on it. Deep down, despite her success, she seems afraid of it. She knows she can write well, it's not that. But she just doesn't have the confidence to really stick her neck out. If it hadn't been for her friend who talked her into writing the first book in the first place, she likely wouldn't have even done that!!

So the family curse survives another generation. And the deep-down nagging feeling that "I could be more than I am" eats away at Nellie's nerves. And then guess what happens? Yes, she eats to shut it up. It's amazing how a double scoop of chocolate peanut-butter ice cream can calm those darn nagging fears.

Let's review. Our list of "Reasons Why Nellie Eats" now includes:
1. her nervous disposition
2. her stubborn insistence that she can damn well do whatever she wants as an adult
3. her nagging fears of failure as a writer

What more can there be?? Oh just you wait. There's plenty!

That's all for today. Tomorrow promises to be full of more construction nightmares, so you may not hear from me. But rest assured that I will be diligently analyzing our subject for more clues so that, even if she never takes our advice, at least *we* will understand her.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Because she *can*, that's why!


Hello again. It's me, Flo, after a weekend absence. Not to say I wasn't busy taking notes on Nellie's behavior, but simply that Nellie didn't spend much time at the computer. Other duties (carpenter's assistant, plumber's assistant) called.

Nellie's house is a disaster, literally. Last summer there were floods and part of the basement wall broke through. So now the family is in the midst of construction. Cost overruns, weather delays, a house swaying in the breeze during a thunderstorm (it's up on steel beams right now). All these things cause stress. Not to mention years of carefully planned flowerbeds and bushes ripped up by the construction equipment! Egads! In an effort to do a lot on a shoestring budget (something Nellie is good at), the family has been doing a lot of the work themselves. So most weekends and spare time are spent on these projects. This weekend, it was hooking up the house's sewer to the new pipes run from the new basement. Oh boy, was that a crappy job, for sure! (haha, I crack myself up!)

But the stress of this project, while overwhelming at times, hasn't been a major contributor to Nellie's poor eating habits. Don't get me wrong--she's been eating like there's no tomorrow lately! The current situation did not cause her bad eating habits; it's merely become an easy way to pass the buck about it.

So last time we talked about how Nellie is a somewhat nervous individual. Indeed. Today I'd like to tell you about another deep-seated reason why I suspect Nellie eats the wrong things and too much of them. To be as simple and straight-forward as possible, let me just say this: because she can.

Without going into elaborate detail, let me reminisce about a few things from Nellie's childhood. In addition to the absentee father and dictator-mother, there was instability in the home due to financial problems. Mostly in that Nellie's mother rarely ever worked, and only did so just long enough to get caught up on bills, while relying on social security (from a deceased husband) to support the family. Once a month payments from the government never lasted very long, as they weren't intended to be the sole support of a family of four. But so long as she could manage, Nellie's mom never tried to rise above that paradigm. Frequent changes of boyfriend/husband also left the family displaced on more than one occasion, dependent on the charity of friends or other government and religious programs.

Although the occasions that Nellie recalls most vividly aren't numerous, she has a sense that there were many other times when the same situations arose that simply were not drastic enough to lodge a permanent complaint in her memory bank.

There were many times in the family's life where they lacked the most basic of items. Food, clothing, toothpaste, toilet paper, medical care when ill. Especially during Nellie's pre-teen years, from age nine to eleven, there were several shocking incidents that I won't detail here. But let me say, they're the types of stories that make people say "how did you ever survive and become as successful as you are?"

(as a side note, Nellie has written a fiction book that is based loosely on her life. If it ever gets published, I'll let you know and you can get the scoop!)

And even as a child, Nellie just knew that there was no way that she would live her adult life in deprivation.

Amazingly, for the most part Nellie hasn't ever lived in poverty as an adult. There were a couple of lean years after her first marriage and some slim years during the time after she graduated by college, but by age 35 she'd obtained 2 college degrees and had bought her own house. Not bad huh?

Nellie has never been a clothes-horse. She isn't particularly concerned about fashion and tends to buy and wear more classic clothing that doesn't need to be replaced every year. She doesn't feel the need to take fancy vacations (although that's a topic for another day) and doesn't replace her vehicles until actually necessary.

In general, I'd say that Nellie lives a moderate life. She's done well considering.

So what am I leading to? Well, Nellie's determination to do better for herself than her mother did has led her to a sort of mantra that isn't always healthy: because I'm an adult, and I can, and you can't tell me otherwise!

There were so many people telling Nellie 'no' all her growing up, she more or less decided that an an adult, she'd do whatever she damn well pleased, and nobody would say otherwise.

And herein lies our problem. When Nellie has too many things that she must tell herself 'no' to all the time, ultimately she must say 'yes' to something. To not say 'yes' to SOMEthing would mean that her world view isn't accurate. That she doesn't ultimately control her destiny, and that even as an adult, she can not do whatever she chooses.

For the most part she chooses wisely. She chooses what's best for others (such as by staying home with her kids) over herself. But by telling herself 'no' (as in no, it's not a good idea to put 2 infants into daycare and work just because you are bored being home), she's setting herself up for a sense of failure. So she must say 'yes' to something.

So hence, when it comes to food, she has not been choosing wisely for quite some time now. She eats because it's there, and she wants to eat it. She eats without thought (or mere fleeting thought) of the consequences.

If she thought about the consequences, she might not eat it. But if she has to tell herself 'no' yet again, she'll lose her delusions of control. If she can't eat what she wants, then she has to face the fact that (by having more children) she can't do what she wants either (in terms of having a job, saving money, etc).

So, in a way it sounds like Nellie is blaming her kids, or perhaps her husband, for her issues? No, don't think of it that way. Nellie's situation merely is highlighting to her the fact that she's lived in a little bubble for more than twenty years now, wherein she plays the part of the capable adult who can juggle everything, be all she wants to be, and never have to tell herself 'no'. It's been a nice fantasy, hasn't it?

Eating is about the last thing Nellie feels she has in her life right now that she can really 'control' 100%. The kids' needs come first. The house repairs need doing first. Her husband's job (which supports the family) takes priority now. If she has to tell herself 'no' to food a thousand times a day, she believes that she'll feel very out of control.

Ahhh, irony is an amazing thing, is it not? What Nellie doesn't seem to understand is that by eating so much, she really is out of control. Try telling her that, though! Some people just don't want to listen to reason, nor see the obvious right under their nose! That's Nellie in a nutshell. Living in her little bubble. Insisting she has everything under control, and that she is the master of her own destiny.

In order to keep up this facade, then, what choice does she have but to allow herself the indulgence that food brings. It's not really her fault, she concludes. She gives up so much to please those she loves. All she is asking for is a little bit of happiness for herself. A chocolate brownie here, a soda there. A handful of chips, a sneaked second helping. Food tastes so good, and by being as hard working as she's been, she's earned the right to eat it. Because she's an adult and by God nobody's going to tell her otherwise!!

Do you get the idea that Nellie is a bit resistant to the notion of cutting back on food? Yes, friends, this is going to be a long haul I suspect. How do you argue with "because I'm an adult and I can, that's why!" ???

Now, let me clue you in on a little-known fact. Nellie, despite her belief to the contrary, does have choices available to her that she chooses to ignore and push them aside. Choices that, if she seriously pursued them, might give her something else to say 'yes' to and thus allow her to say 'no' to food without sacrificing her little bubbley-facade of control she chooses to live in.

What are these choices, you ask? Well, Nellie has a world of opportunity available to her to continue her writing. A way for her to have a life outside the family, earn money and even acquire that elusive but oft dreamed of fame.

Well, you might ask, why doesn't she quit stuffing her face and focus all that energy on something positive???? Well, that's tomorrow's expose'. You'll have to wait until then to find out.