Food and Boredom

Boredom is my arch enemy. I can NOT tolerate being bored!

But that’s a lie, isn’t it? Of course, I can tolerate boredom. I have relatives who survived concentration camps – I can deal with some dull down-time.

Boredom passes. Being bored for a few hours is just that – being bored for a few hours.

I find many addicts believe we can’t handle, stand or tolerate boredom. On long lonely days, I would tell myself that having a few Bloody Mary’s in the morning was classy; taking Ambien and a nap mid-day was restful; and bingeing all thru the night – well, that’s just what i had to do when there seemed to be nothing else.

Basically, believing I couldn’t tolerate boredom got me really fat. It also got me to rehab a few times, but that’s for a different blog.

Today, I experienced serious boredom for a while. First, I got cranky and then, I wondered when lunch would arrive. Eating – something to do, right?!

Wrong. I eat when I’m hungry. That resolved that.

And I began a new project, which blew away the boredom.

The crankiness – that came with birth. That I always need to work on!!

The Good with the Sad

There seems to be sadness all around – friends who are very ill, have lost their jobs, fight in the midst of excruciating divorce, face children in the throes of serious addiction …and I could go on.

All news seems to be sad these days. Where, I wonder, is the good stuff? Is there any at all, anywhere? It doesn’t appear that way lately.

But, of course, there is great good everywhere.

All around me, I see great good people putting out loving hands to help. I see this everywhere. And am overwhelmed by the kindness and generosity and sacrifice of those around me.

My job is to model these folks. That’s all I can do. It lifts me up a little to think about how I can help, through kindness, generosity and self-sacrifice.