dreams
July 2008 
Conspiracy...
Posted on Jun 4th, 2008
by 
Angel
Angel
I have had a very strenuous week workwise and - well - everywise!
I finished reading the book, "Does This Clutter Make My Butt Look Fat?" by Peter Walsh. It is a simple, but straightforward psychology session (pretty cheap therapy if you get the book at the library), that relates weight issues with clutter issues. Weighted down in the hips and thighs? Check your basement or storage area. You're probably weighted down there, too. Get rid of the junk and behold the new you.
Anyway, I was so inspired by this book that I decided to go on a new "fitness plan" starting with my basement. Clean out the clutter in my basement and, voila, lose a pant size. That was the plan.
On my way down to the basement last Saturday, I glanced at the kitchen wallpaper and decided, after all these years, I hated it. So, I gave it a yank and one thing led to another and pretty soon I was ripping wallpaper right and left. The wallpaper came off. The glue didn't. So, I had to start scraping and I scraped and scraped all the way through Sunday night. I did get that ugly wallpaper taken down, but in the process, to my horror, I uncovered a hot pink accent wall, even uglier, that I had forgotten ever existed! Dear Heaven! It really has to go, so tomorrow I have to go buy paint.....
But the real bummer is I never made it to the basement. I set an intention to declutter and de-fat my butt and that flippin' wallpaper distracted me. I know it's a conspiracy - a FAT conspiracy - to keep me from achieving the "caboose" of my dreams.
That's often the way, though, isn't it? As soon as we set goals or state our intentions, it is as if the Universe says, "Really? Prove it!" I've realized that I seem to have "Intenional ADHD." I can set my intentions with joy and resolve, but focus eludes me. It is as if suddenly a million other things must be taken care of BEFORE I can get to what I intended to do all along.
Last Saturday, distraction provided another perfect excuse for failure to achieve my goals. I got distracted. I didn't declutter the basement . My butt is still fat!
Well, no more of this distraction conspiracy robbing me of a gorgeous figure. I will declutter that basement and I will drop a pant size - just as soon as I paint that blasted hot pink wall!
I finished reading the book, "Does This Clutter Make My Butt Look Fat?" by Peter Walsh. It is a simple, but straightforward psychology session (pretty cheap therapy if you get the book at the library), that relates weight issues with clutter issues. Weighted down in the hips and thighs? Check your basement or storage area. You're probably weighted down there, too. Get rid of the junk and behold the new you.
Anyway, I was so inspired by this book that I decided to go on a new "fitness plan" starting with my basement. Clean out the clutter in my basement and, voila, lose a pant size. That was the plan.
On my way down to the basement last Saturday, I glanced at the kitchen wallpaper and decided, after all these years, I hated it. So, I gave it a yank and one thing led to another and pretty soon I was ripping wallpaper right and left. The wallpaper came off. The glue didn't. So, I had to start scraping and I scraped and scraped all the way through Sunday night. I did get that ugly wallpaper taken down, but in the process, to my horror, I uncovered a hot pink accent wall, even uglier, that I had forgotten ever existed! Dear Heaven! It really has to go, so tomorrow I have to go buy paint.....
But the real bummer is I never made it to the basement. I set an intention to declutter and de-fat my butt and that flippin' wallpaper distracted me. I know it's a conspiracy - a FAT conspiracy - to keep me from achieving the "caboose" of my dreams.
That's often the way, though, isn't it? As soon as we set goals or state our intentions, it is as if the Universe says, "Really? Prove it!" I've realized that I seem to have "Intenional ADHD." I can set my intentions with joy and resolve, but focus eludes me. It is as if suddenly a million other things must be taken care of BEFORE I can get to what I intended to do all along.
Last Saturday, distraction provided another perfect excuse for failure to achieve my goals. I got distracted. I didn't declutter the basement . My butt is still fat!
Well, no more of this distraction conspiracy robbing me of a gorgeous figure. I will declutter that basement and I will drop a pant size - just as soon as I paint that blasted hot pink wall!
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I'm laughing. This was fun to read. We talked about this book. I know how you feel.
My butt's not really fat, just Portuguese, and I tell myself that's the 1/2 Portugese and the rest is the 1/2 Irish and besides, every woman I know (most, anyway) wants a smaller something except boobs. Seems we all want bigger boobs.
There is a correlation between external clutter and internal clutter and internal clutter srews us every time. This book brings that point home. I'll tell you, though, look in the mirror and love the hell out of your butt. It's yours. I've found that making peace with our physical selves will help “whatever” heal faster and suddenly your butt will begin to shrink.
And……………….how many men do you know who think some part of them is too big? Huh…..Not. They wish.
Ahem, well here comes the woman who'd prefer smaller boobs, ladies! :)
Nothing dramatic, just the way they were before I put on a couple of pounds everywhere.
My butt is German through and through, and I have some stuff as well that could use some cluttering. We don't have a basement, but we have two store rooms, one in our appartment, and one in the attic, opposite to our appartment… and they're both getting pretty crammed. So I guess that uncovers the real reason for my more round figure. And I thought it was because of hormones!
This was such a fun read, Angel, really delicious. You are a wonderful writer with a great sense of humor. Have you considered sending this somewhere? A magazine or something? I think you're really good at this.
Much love, gotta go now, it's getting very late over here.
Good night, ladies, it was a pleasure!
Gabriele
Jackie and Gabriele - you have both made me laugh. What a great way to wrap up a very long 14-hour workday. What you say about men is true, Jackie. They never seem to have problems with their anatomy or their egos being too big!
Gabriele, I'm in the same boat with you. I would be very happy with a considerable downsizing of my “girls.” I'm tired of every man I see saying “hello” to my chest first!
As far as my Irish butt, well several inches ago, my husband swatted me on the behind and thought he was so funny when he told me, “I love almost all of you!” His neck was a bit sore the next morning from sleeping on the couch. Now, we would both love to have that downsized butt back!
Thanks for your comments, ladies. The laughs were just what I needed.
Sweet dreams, my friends.