Seven years is this magic amount of time...."they" say it takes 7 years for all of your cells in your body to change/regenerate and that basically you have a whole new you every 7 years... and "they" it takes 7 years for someone who lost a loved one to move on.
It makes sense if you actually think about them being tied together in some way.
Basically, this 2 theories are what I have "believe" and have noticed in my own life, so therefore, I have absolutely no problem passing them on as my own "truth" at this point.
I have even observed the seven year death acceptance truth in my own close family circle. It truly is amazing.
So in the spirit of casual conversation at the office, I spread that theory to someone a few months and she recently came back to me... and said she noticed a difference in her own life now that she was aware of it... Like she was starting to really forget that person and it made her sad.
Driving home from work the other day, I was thinking of how many years on Spark I have been here...I am well into my 6th year. My 7th year anniversary of Sparking is coming up in February 2015 and I am just starting to forget my old me... and it makes me wonder what the 7th year will bring.
"They" say (gotta love "them" right?) that the longer you maintain, the more likely you will keep it off in the long long haul. That is great! But part of maintenance is keeping that memory of who you were and how you don't want to be anymore. It's a needed memory...but it's also one that can be a crutch or mentally crippling depending on how you want to spin it.
For example: I am 5 pounds up from my usual 132 that I have been maintaining. 136 on the scale today and I am "battling" those last 5 pounds that I haven't had in a long time. Old fat me sees this as a failure and is screaming at me to just screw the calorie count... New thin me is screaming that it's time to take control.
Listening to the new me is hard sometimes but the voice is louder than the old me now. The new is also saying to be kind, to accept that the last year was rough, and things are settling down, and that all things take time to adjust...and I will be back in my "usual" range sooner than later... to just listen to my instincts and trust the process of doing what has worked in the past.
The new me is also getting brave about launching the Health Coaching business. I have yet to complete my website, get my insurance and tax ID #, get a logo, yadda yadda yadda.... but my gut is telling me that timing is what it is for a reason... and some things need just that....time.
The whole 7 year thing might be in play here... to finally accept that the old me is really gone.
Part of it does make me sad.... I will not lie. It's like saying good-bye to someone you have known for a long time.... even though they weren't always nice to you, in hindsight, you loved them anyway.
Thinking back when I was younger...I sure did not love myself as much as I should have. That was part of my problem - lack of self-esteem. Elementary school was hard and lonely... and yes, the thought of how the world would be if I were not in it had crossed my mind back then. Would people miss me? Would it matter? Those thoughts went into middle school as well. Horrible that a kid had to think that, but there it is... I did. My family doesn't even know that I thought these thoughts at one point, because they were fleeting and somehow, I worked through them...probably had a good cry with my mom about being an outsider and then moved on as best as I could. Thank god for high school and the friends I found there! Still friends with them today....again, things just take time.
Thinking back...I am wondering now about the timing of each thing... was it 7 years in between those awful thought and finding my high school besties? Quite possible. Very possible now that I think of it. 15 - 7 = 8. Yup...that sounds about right. 8 or 9 years old. How awful... but that is when I started to get chunky and started to feel crappy about how I looked in clothing. Seeing pictures of that age make me sad to this day.
My seven year theory is making it's point once again, I see!
Just reading back what I wrote is very trippy, btw... and it makes me want to not be sad now, but to celebrate what has come out of all of that.... ME! This "new me" that really was there the whole time... and that no matter what shape I am, I was truly there to be found... all it took was some love and self-kindness ... a support system both at home and here ... and seven years!
So I guess the moral of this story is just that....things take time... possibly 7 years time, so if you are going through a rough patch....just think! In a few months or years, it could all be different!
I have to quote a co-worker now. A quote that makes me smile when he says it, because it really is true "Make good choices!"
He has no idea how wise of a statement that is.