Tummy Talk and Listening to Your Gut

You know how it is  - you are sitting in the bath talking to your stomach.  No not navel-gazing, I save that for the sofa and my Leonard Cohen/absinthe sessions - but having a conversation with the bap-like folds which are mercilessly revealed in the tubby bathtub of shame.
"It's you or me kid and one of us has to go" I said in dismay, a lament I wish I had a Pringle for every time I have said it. And therein lies the rub.  One Pringle too many, one glass over the odds that "won't matter" in the great scheme of things. But did matter in the great scheme of my waistline.
Waistline
I've fooled myself a thousand times. I tell myself that the tightness of my skirts and jeans is because I must've accidentally put them on an extra hot wash and besides tenty, smocky things are comfortable and on-trend at the moment. Not.
After arguing, moaning, making excuses and finally throwing in the towel (or at least wrapping it round to hide my sumo-shame) I decided to take my stomach in both hands and give it a serious talking to, well writing to which is more to the point.   I have tried every diet from the Beverly Hills and F Plan to Low GI, Atkins and Weight Watchers but it's not the diet, it's me and my relationship with food.
So, I decided on a dialogue between me and "it" - my tum, my destructive love affair with food and the eternal quest to re-discover the lean, authentic me beneath the tasty morsels and minced words, the secrets and, of course, the pies.  You might like to try this too.
Write a letter to your problem, your bête noir, your pain, your thoughtless friend, or your SELF.  You'll be surprised if you ask a powerful question - what you will hear back. Here are some of the tidbits of the conversation with my curves.  My voice is on the left the Tum (my gut feeling)  answer is on the right and for some reason has the voice of Bob Hoskins.
I wonder why you won't really let me go or it I won't let you go? - Because you are scared
Why does my mouth think it can fool you with sneaky snacks? - Because you are not being responsible
Stop following me or I'll have you arrested!- But YOU invited me in
What is your purpose other than to make me feel bad about myself? - Protection
I tell lies for you.  I fool myself often - Be more authentic
This isn't working. I want a divorce - Suits me. But will you really let me go?
You make me feel bad about myself - Start taking yourself seriously then
It's the one thing I would change so why don't I? - You don't believe it can happen
I don't want to be seen with you - Yet I'm always here
What can I do? - Stop investing in magic pants.  Even Harry Potter can't summon up THAT much magic!

Now you may think I need a shrink not a tummy trimmer. But seriously I truly believe that we have all the answers within us whether tucked under a waistband or in the frown between our eyes - we have the power to make it right.
start the ball rolling
So, at last I am ready to let go of my huggy koala bear of wine, fine dining and crafty crisps and cheese clinging to my waist and I've started a diet where you have the food delivered to your door.  I've taken up nidra yoga and adopted some new habits.  It's been hellish and heavenly too. I have lost half a stone in 2 weeks and there's another stone to go.  My inner saboteurs are stepping up and making themselves known and it's not easy.  But more importantly I feel I have let go of an inner struggle and am doing things differently.

So often when we start doing something positive, a little challenging and really getting to the core of the issue some really bittersweet  magic starts happening - like you feel really good, responsible and just a little grown up.  What can you let go of to make way for something even better?

What will your Dear Me letter say to yourself?  Let me know how you getting on. Or even better book a free 30 minute trial session with me to get the process rolling.

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