When I up, down and touch the ground
It puts me in the mood
Up, down and touch the ground
In the mood for food
I am stout, round and I have found
Speaking poundage wise
I improve my appetite
When I exercise
I am short, fat and proud of that
And so, with all my might
I up, down and up and down
To my appetite’s delight
While I up, down and touch the ground
I think of things to chew, like honey
With a hefty happy appetite, I’m a hefty happy Pooh
With a hefty happy appetite, he’s a hefty happy Pooh
I love Winnie the Pooh. I guess I identify with him. There is certainly an Eeyore part of me and an Owl part. Hell, there’s even a Mrs. Kanga part that wants to mother people.
Pooh probably could have benefited from a more varied diet, but he loved himself for who he was. He was unashamed of loving his honey but that didn’t mean he didn’t love his friends – his life wasn’t one dimensional. When you think of Pooh, sure you think honey – but you also think of all his friends.
What I want: the magic pill. The one that makes me happy and healthy and pretty and thin and not in pain by tomorrow morning.
What I need: to lovingly accept myself where I am right now. To take care of myself with respect for all of me – physically, mentally, emotionally, and socially. To know that this is a long process. To eat a variety of foods, including desserts, in moderation. To eat to nourish my body, not my emotions. To get back out there socially – and that may be the hardest one right there. None of this is going to happen overnight and I can’t fix everything at the same time. Small goals. Gradual change.
“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.”
― A.A. Milne
Coming tomorrow: What I learned from this month and how I plan to move on from here.