If you follow my blog or newsletter you’ve probably read about my little accident a while ago.
I had slipped on the ice, broke my ankle and had surgery.
I was mostly immobile for 5 weeks, plus another 4 – 6 weeks in a walking cast.
Three months of being in a cast.
At first I felt pretty neutral.
I worked on figuring out the logistics of my situation:
- Getting food.
- Finding someone to walk my dog.
- And learning how to be as independent as possible.
When that had been taken care of, I found myself a little depressed.
The reality of lying around for 3 months was getting to me.
Exercise was a big mood-booster, and for a while, it was mostly off limits.
So, why did I consider my mild depression a good thing?
Because I wasn’t eating my way out of it.
I didn’t escaping into chocolate, potato chips or ice cream.
I actually allowed myself to feel a little sad, and it was okay.
I noticed how I felt, and I just sat with it.
I wasn’t fighting it.
I knew it would pass, and even in the midst of it, when I was engrossed in something, it faded away… and then periodically would come back.
But even though it seemed to be hanging around a bit, I made a decision.
I could do sad.
I could allow it.
I could think about being depressed in a different way: how much worse things could be, how lucky I was to have people around me, and how great that the feeling wasn’t permanent.
But in the meantime, I experienced ‘sad’ and truly saw that I didn’t need to eat to make it go away.
Are you up to the challenge of sitting with your uncomfortable feelings without escaping into food?