The Potato Chips Connection

Big bowl of potato chipsA while ago I got home after a three-hour, tiring drive. I had spent the last few days at my daughter’s college, going through orientation and registering for classes. Lots of heavy duty emotional stuff.

I was exhausted and feeling a little sensitive about my oldest leaving the nest.

As I entered my garage, I noticed something different.

The garage ceiling was, well, on the floor.

A major leak had caused most of the ceiling to crumble and fall.

I ran upstairs to assess the damage from the air conditioning unit which had caused the leak. Ah, the wood floors were damaged.

I could feel the emotion building in my body.

  • Anxiety.
  • Anger.
  • Dread of the mess to come.
  • The phone calls, estimates, paperwork… all consumers of my time.

And then I felt it.

Or rather, I thought it.

That old connection between bad feelings and Lay’s Wavy Potato Chips.

An automatic marriage from my past.

I started rationalizing immediately.

Surely I deserved ‘a treat’.

Haven’t I been through enough?

Tired, on shaky ground, I started hungering for my old tranquilizer: the chips.

But, almost as quickly as they came to mind as an instant numbing solution, they also faded pretty quickly.

Because of all the work I have done, I’ve become super-aware of my thoughts. I was on to myself.

I couldn’t even kid myself anymore.

The desire for Lay’s was a relic of my past.

I knew it had nothing to do with the circumstances of my leak, my tiredness or my daughter leaving home.

I could manage those thoughts, those emotions. I didn’t need the chips.

Wow… breakthrough!

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2 Responses to “The Potato Chips Connection”

  1. Nancy says:

    omg Cookie…I have that same relationship with the “Lay’s” thanks to your coaching I am able to stop and think before I dive into the mistake.
    Hope your house is still standing and that the emotions of having a child leave home find a blessing in your heart.

  2. Ah yes, the Lays family and I have been kissing cousins for a long time. Yes, my house is still standing and I’m deep breathing. It’s all good. xo.