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Tyra - Chubby girl spokesmodel?

 

 

Susan asked: “Girls, body image, and (over)weight. Can you speak to that? (I am not talking about being skinny minnies, although that is certainly a serious problem as well.)”

Lee says: Our daughters are definitely not immune to the societal obsession with weight and looks. Our focus on the superficial has taken a turn from being health conscious to being perfect. As we know cognitively, perfection is impossible however emotionally we all strive for some sort of perfection. The physical perfection is trying to fit some sort of mold that was created by some warped individual. When we were growing up, the ideal was to 36, 24, 36. That was considered a “10”! Today, that woman would be a cow and told to get lipo, boobies and wear Spanx!

 I’m a big girl. I have been all my life and, even though I have been releasing weight (I don’t use the word lose because it puts me in a scarcity spiral and makes me want to keep what I’m losing. Stop shaking your head, it works for me), I will always retain my Latina ass. It’s remarkable and keeps my husband quite happy. I understand the stigma that the extra weight places on our kids and it saddens me when a beautiful girl is overweight since I know the crap she will go through. People are cruel; there is no getting around that.

 I know my weight issues are exacerbated by the fact that I use food to soothe me when stressed. I have worked on these issues in therapy throughout the years. A lot of my unhealthy eating behavior stems from inconsistent parents who would bitch if I didn’t eat and would freak if I did. There was no pleasing them so I ate secretly. These harmful habits have carried over into my adulthood and voila, chunky woman. I have become more conscious of my eating and really watch what I do, not to be skinny but to be healthy.

 Moms and Dads are responsible for teaching their children that the inside is more important than the outside. We also should be teaching them to honor their bodies not only with the food they put into it but also who we allow to touch it and how. Most religions teach that our bodies are temples and are sacred. And yet we treat them like piñatas at 4 year olds birthday party; filled full of crap and ready for the whacking.

It should behoove every parent to be consistent and loving to their children. We should be modeling healthy behavior not only in eating but in lifestyle and the way we love and relate to others. They watch to see if you share your feelings and are willing to work on your issues in a healthy manner. Our kids look up to us, which is a horrifying thought. They will repeat our mistakes which include how we deal with stress. So put down the cookie dough and chocolate sauce and reach for the carrots and call your therapist when you’re stressed. If you’re like me, you want your kids to live a long and healthy life being happy with who they are and how they look. If that look has some extra junk in the trunk, then amen.

Paul says: I love my rubenesque wifey and her Latina ass. But, as I write this, I realize that that is the same stupid thinking, just with a higher lipid content. I wonder if, in some alternate universe where men like chubby women, females are gorging themselves for beauty and getting fat pumped into their hips.

 

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          Thank God it’s finally Friday! Yes, TGIFF! Where the extra ‘F’ is not what you automatically think it is. You are so nasty! Anyways, we are talking about success this week but mainly looking at how we react to it. As we have mentioned, we aren’t very good about it. This doesn’t seem to stop us from working at it 24/7.


          Lee says: Fear of success is a misnomer in my opinion. I think it is a lack of belief in the concept of success as it pertains to yourself. Those people who demonstrate a lack of motivation or inclination at putting the effort into creating success have no connection with any achievement. However, those people who work diligently, loyally and blindly to realize a goal and are unable to embrace it and boast of it are the ones that we can relate to best. Is it healthy? No. Is it self deprecating? All the time.


          The book signing followed by being guests on a radio-show yesterday have me in a tail-spin. What am I to believe? Haven’t people realized that I’m a hack? Probably, but they are too polite to say it. The part of the book signing that had me reeling was seeing complete strangers pick up our book and thumb through it.  The more amazing part was when they would laugh, buy it and ask us to sign it. I kept wondering if they were out of their minds or just being nice to me.


          I know this is a problem and as successes come at us one after another I need to get my shit together. I need to be accepting and thankful for the accolades as much as I embrace the negative comments and rejections. Yes, this is a question of self esteem but more than that, it is a question of worthiness. If we don’t feel worthy of praise, then we can not hear it. If we don’t feel worthy of success then we can not appreciate it.


          So down to the salt mines we go. Back to therapy to figure out why we both reject success so vigorously. Perhaps it’s because we are actually doing something we love and it doesn’t feel like work? Or maybe, since we work together, the other credits the partner more than themselves so the success is misplaced on themselves (oh Paul is way better than me!). All I know is that for all the work we do, and let me tell you we work every day and into the night, we don’t think it’s enough.


          We have mentioned before that we both have a workaholic streak in us and we try to temper the mania by watching the other and tethering ourselves with time limits so we don’t go crazy. Sometimes it works. However, sometimes one of us will work until we can’t see straight and the grumpiness includes ear rubbing and high pitched whining. This is where the golden rule kicks in: Only one of us can be crazy at any given time. This limits the amount of crazy happening and provides the children with a ‘safe’ parent when the other one begins hallucinating from exhaustion.


          All of this to say, we work very hard and don’t sabotage our successes. We just don’t handle them well. We are working hard to celebrate with something more than a high five, fist bump or OMG face. Maybe we can take a couple of days to bask in the recent CoupleDumb achievements. Get away from the kids and puppies and just relax. Sure. And then again we can use that time to write our CoupleDumb book which we have slated to be finished by next month. I promise to take a few minutes to toast our success with some coffee and a hardy handshake.      


          Paul says: When I wrote my part of Thursday’s post, I had not read this and she hadn’t read mine. So this level of insanity is natural in us. Not only are we married but our crazy is married too. Ain’t that sweet?

 

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          Hi! Welcome to Thursday. If you read our Monday post then you know that Lee reprimanded me for not welcoming you. So welcome to the day after hump where we are celebrating success. Today we are looking at success in relationship.


          Paul says: Let’s face it, all of our highbrow philosophies of marriage being a corporation, equitable division of labor, and prioritizing your relationship are simple to follow when a couple has nothing. Divvying up nothing in equal proportions is easy. Nothing for you. Nothing for me. One, two nothings for you. One, two nothings for me. And here is a little extra nothing ‘cause you’ve been good. It is when a little success enters the room that things get tricky and all of the insecurities come kicking up into our asses. It is then that the feelings of inadequacy, the fears of scarcity, and the little perpetually bruised ego come into play to screw up the success of the relationship.


          Let me illustrate with my own fleeting moment of neurosis. Saturday for the book signing, we started with a little presentation. The store manager introduces us and Lee begins the spiel. People immediately laugh and nod and are engaged. Please understand that Lee is an amazing speaker. She is witty, insightful and beautiful and I began to feel inadequate. I felt like I needed to say more, do more, be more. It was definitely my ‘I am not enough’ dysaffirmation that was rolling around my head. In that moment, I felt sorry for Lee because she was married to me.


          Luckily all of this happened at the speed of crazy, just a little under that of light, and I was able to recognize that I was being ridiculous. I forced my mind back to the reality that our Lee/Paul dynamic was what attracted the people in the first place. I got my little unhealthy ego in check and gave into the fact that that night was a success, not for Lee and not for Paul, but for our relationship and CoupleDumb.


          Once I realized that we are a couple, then I became my quippy self and CoupleDumb, the corporate name for our relationship, kicked ass in a way that was greater than the sum of the parts.  


           We advocate keeping focus on the relationship unit, calling it a corporation or simply stating that the relationship must take priority, and this post is no different in that respect. But now we are adding another layer; a warning and an admonishment to share. You see, the problems come when you least expect them. For those of us with low self esteem, they come when we review our successes with the chartreuse colored glasses of insecurity that filter out our contributions and amplify others. Or, for our self involved friends out there, it comes when we forget that there were others building a foundation for us to thrive in.


Lee says: I’m sorry again for my husband’s lack of manners. He didn’t offer anyone a drink and invite them in. But that’s Paul. He figures if you already have been here, you know where the glasses are, you know not to touch his scotch and you can plant your ass anywhere but his lounge chair. This is who he is and I would not change that for the world. Does it annoy me that he doesn’t do things like me? Sure. But if he was exactly like me it would give the all too often heard in my direction ‘Hey Lee, go fuck yourself!’ a whole new meaning.  


          The reviews of the book signing are amazing. My favorite was the review on our presentation and how I would set Paul up and he would knock it out of the park. This is us. We are a partnership, corporation, company and couple. We are Steve and Edie with some Ben and Jerry on the side. We are song and dance and corporate savvy with a flair for community and gratitude. My success is his success and visa versa. Our insecurities, especially in this world of artistry, are a mish mosh of self esteem coupled with a complete lack of faith in our selves. I thank all of you for sharing in our inability to celebrate our accomplishment. In sharing, we are on our way to uncovering the moldy beliefs and traumas that surround success. Of course we’ll tell you what we find because our company has no confidentiality agreement.

 

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