Monday, 7 November 2016

Delayed Gratification to Achieve Your Goals

Hey friends.

Happy Monday! I'm currently curled up on my bed while dinner cooks, with my fairy lights flickering and my fluffiest jumper on. I'm learning to accept moments like these as not only normal, but necessary. A girl's gotta chill out, right?

Anyway, I just wanted to share something that's helped me a lot recently, especially since I've been hit by a wave of college deadlines, and life feels super hectic. Let's talk about delayed gratification. Or, put simply, the practice of waiting, and holding off from immediate pleasure or reward until later. It was this video by Vegan Family TV which got me thinking about it. If you watch it, take it with a pinch of salt; you might just find a few gems of inspiration.

We all practice delayed gratification at times; it's human nature. As a child, I distinctly remember gobbling down my peas in two minutes flat, before slowly savouring each mouthful of golden roast potato. Then, scribbling hurriedly through my homework sheets, just to enjoy that 7:30 TV show. Or you may have seen that experiment on TV, where a marshmallow is placed in front of a room of salivating pre-schoolers. They're told that they can eat it now, or wait fifteen minutes and be given an extra one. Apparently profound psychological conclusions can be drawn from this, and while I accept that some of us are predisposed to be better at practicing delayed gratification, it's something we can all do with a little self-discipline. But, unlike my homework example above, it shouldn't mean jeopardizing the quality of the task at hand, but rather completing it efficiently, and without procrastination.

It's a concept we can all relate to, but recently I've been making a concerted effort to put it into practice. I can honestly say, it is improving my quality of life! No exaggeration, I promise. Already, I've noticed an increase in my productivity and, consequently, my self-esteem. Not to mention, I am heaps more mindful and appreciative of the things I used to rush and take for granted.

My morning mug of steaming coffee tastes so much better if I hold off for a while, and drink a big glass of water beforehand. Let's face it, water doesn't taste great, and it's not what I fancy first thing in the morning (especially in these colder months). But I am forgetful and lazy when it comes to hydration, and I know this morning drink improves my mental clarity. Plus, this way I have a head start before breakfast, and taking care of myself is, actually, super productive. (yeah guys, it is!) I also try to get my bed made, and my bag packed on college days, before enjoying that coffee. I sip slowly as opposed to gulping absentmindedly, and damn guys, my coffee has never tasted so good.

That's just a little example. Here's another: I had a pretty lengthy sociology assignment to complete over half term, and in true Sally-style, I left it all until the very last minute (we can talk about study tips at a later date, when I've figured them out for myself, sigh). So here I was, with four essays to complete, and maybe thirty-six hours, into which I also had to factor classes, food and sleep - nice one Sal. Anyhow. Previously, I'd have crumbled under the pressure of this and most likely turned in either a sub-standard piece, or nothing at all (which wasn't an option in this case since it counted towards my final grade, aaaah!) My concentration is appalling and I am so easily distracted, so that what could be worked through in twelve hours, easily eats up an entire week.

Then I remembered my new friend, delayed gratification. I sat in my uncomfortable library chair and I thought: what would be really luxurious and relaxing right now? What I came up with was something along the lines of a warm bath, fluffy pjs, hot chocolate and netflix. I let myself float in this thought for a moment, before telling myself: okay. You can close your laptop, catch the bus home and have all of these things, but you won't really enjoy them because of the deadline still looming over you. Or, you could persevere, switch off your phone, and get busy. Complete this damn assignment, even if you're in the library until closing, and then you can go home and take a deep breath. Knowing that you're done, and can truly enjoy your relaxation time.

Guys, it worked! I calmed my anxiety, I told myself that panicking will not change my situation, and I got it done. All the while, promising myself I'd learn from my mistakes and prioritize it earlier next time. But baby steps, right? I had such a relaxing evening (albeit an evening which started at 9pm), and I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and calm about the day ahead.

Since then, delayed gratification is one of my favourite tools. It's a way of factoring in those little things you love, whilst at the same time, getting shit done! For you, it might mean getting your blood pumping on a chilly sunday morning run, before coming home to a cosy breakfast with your family. Perhaps you could do the ironing and cleaning bright and early on a saturday morning, then enjoy a chilled weekend knowing that it's out of the way. Maybe even something little, like washing up the pan you cooked with, before sitting down to enjoy your dinner. Although let's be real, I'm never doing that.

An end note: I am all for self-care, and I am so against the notion that relaxation should be earned. No no no. This is just a little tip for when you're struggling to get cracking on that dreaded task, or when you can't get motivated to implement that healthy habit you know is good for you.

Have a chilled evening,

S xxx




Sunday, 6 November 2016

Sunday Thoughts: To Those Who Deserved More

I want to be truthful to myself, and to those who care about me. I think I am finally, at the age of nineteen, starting to realise something: I will never feel ready to make a full recovery from my eating disorder. I will not wake up one morning and decide that now is the time to let go, that now it all makes sense, and I can move on. I have put all of my faith into when and if and one day, but I have lost so much in the process.

On Monday, I was told for the hundredth time that with each passing day I spend in this quasi recovery, the prognosis gets worse. The likelihood of me being forever infertile increases every month. I am fast exhausting all treatment options. But absolutely nothing seems to make it real for me, and in truth, recovery has never been the priority. Even last year, when I spent months in a day treatment facility and was supervised for every meal, I was so detached from the process. As discharge into the community loomed, my tummy bubbled with excitement over the snacks I could "cut out", and the meals I would be "too busy for". I hate myself for this. So many people invested so much time and care into me, and still I chose my illness. I let people tell me I was strong, and inspirational, when I was anything but.

I thought I was doing all the right things, and I fooled those around me into thinking I had turned a corner. Finally. I genuinely fooled myself. But even then, it was not recovery. "I'll gain weight, but I'll maintain the slimmest figure I possibly can." "I'll eat more, just so long as it's not chocolate, or cake." "I'll stop making myself sick, unless I eat too much, in which case I have to, right?" Even now, I'm adamant that I can balance athletic training with weight restoration just fine, but really? It will never work. I am running before I can walk. And I am so angry with myself. I have been so wrong.



"Others are flourishing, and growing, and loving. But it's okay, I'll lose another pound". 

"I do not tell my friends how much I love them. But I skipped breakfast this morning, and that's something". 

"My Mother is so kind, and so gentle, and I take advantage of that. But there is a gap between my thighs, and I feel dizzy if I stand too quickly." 

"I do not deserve their love, their friendship, their kindness. I do not deserve good things, and so I will not fight for them."

A summary of my teenage years.



I have been lying to myself for so long, and all the while I have lost precious years to this illness, precious moments with family. Precious friendships. I have chosen the bully in my head, over the things that are truly valuable, and I will not do it anymore.

The truth is, I didn't develop an eating disorder out of nowhere. When I decided that the perfect solution was to make myself smaller, I was suppressing something really big. Controlling something, avoiding something, running from something. Always. I thought I could let go of my illness, whilst still skirting around the real issue. But I will find it, and I will figure it out. I won't give up until I do.

I have not been an inspiration, a role model, and I have not been brave. I am so sorry.  More than anything, I am sorry to those I pushed away in the process, and if you're reading this, you'll know who you are. I love fiercely, but I have not known how to show you. I'm sorry I didn't try harder. I'm sorry I didn't fight for what mattered.

There are so many things I cannot heal, relationships I cannot rebuild. But I am making a promise to myself, and to you. I will stop lying, stop running from the truth. Stop running altogether for now, if I must. I will not add to the statistic of those who never recover, and I will learn from my mistakes. I will do it in the absence of readiness, and I will do it no matter what.

S xxx


Sunday, 30 October 2016

Hi!

I'm Sally and this is my first blog post... not really sure where to begin! I've wanted to start this blog for a really long time, but as with many things, my perfectionism held me back! I felt I needed to know everything. The best servers, domains, templates and so forth, which is a time consuming task! The blogging world is vast.

Yet time is passing, I have so very many things to talk about, and thoughts are getting lost in the everyday hectic-ness. So I've changed my mindset. I've chosen a super basic template and set-up, and I'm beginning from here. This blog will be a work in progress as I learn the ins and outs, but I can still share my ideas and interests in the meantime! Watch this space :)

I'll talk a little bit about me. I'm nineteen years old, and I live in a very beautiful, green part of England. I'm a city girl at heart, but I'm learning to love nature and I'm taking in as much of this area as possible while I can. I'm a student, studying Literature, Sociology and Psychology. Literature is my love. I recently started a new college where I know nobody, but it's been an adventure and I'm finding my feet! I'm also into all things artsy, though I'm definitely no artist. It would be amazing if I could move out and start university next year, but we'll see what happens.

After years of mistreating myself, both physically and mentally, I am on a journey towards self-acceptance and peace. I can't wait to share my progress with others, as I am learning so much with each passing day. I have come across so many beautiful and inspiring souls through YouTube, Instagram and Tumblr, and I'd love to make a post about them, since I can honestly say I'd be in a much different place if it weren't for them. I'm exploring the concept of mindfulness after an awesome course I took over the summer, and in the past year I've discovered a love for running and fitness in general. I am so lucky to have a unique and functioning body, so from here I will take good care of it, and use it to its full potential.



In line with this, I switched to a vegan lifestyle earlier this year after months of research and experimentation. My heart has been so full ever since. It's as though I've woken up after years and years of sleeping. I know this is the way I will live my life, forever. I'm avoiding going into depth now, because I want to give it the attention it deserves in more focused posts! I'm a real foodie as well, and I'm constantly coming up with new recipes, so maybe I can share those? Finally, I discovered the concept of minimalism not so long ago, and I've never looked back! So stay tuned if it's something you might be interested in, as I'd love to discuss it in depth. I'm probably missing out lots of things, but what I'm saying is that this'll be a really diverse and ever-changing blog. It'll be fun though!

I want to add, I've suffered with mental illness for many years,  and while I'm the first to insist that our illnesses do not define us, it's a topic I'll touch on here from time to time. A combination of personal experiences and my time on social media has forced me to realise that mental illness is an immeasurably prominent problem in society today, and there are still so many people suffering in silence. Since I have the means, I think it's my duty to contribute my voice to the topic, which is why I'll try to be totally transparent and real. I've been suffering with Depression, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Anxiety, combined with severe emetophobia, for at least the past six years. About three to four years ago, Anorexia Nervosa came to join the party. I'm well on the road to full recovery, but you can follow my instagram where I talk more about my daily struggles with these.

 


If you're reading this, welcome to my blog! I hope you'll join me on this adventure.

Lots of love,

S xxx