Everything that happens to us when we are growing up affects how we relate, work and interact for the rest of our lives. Something that has affected me greatly is the saga of the Community Nurse.
Do you remember when the Community Nurse would come to your class room in school to weigh, measure and vaccinate you?
Do you remember her calling out everyone's height and weight so someone could write them down for her records?
Ah! I remember it well...too well!
It wasn't until grade three that it really registered with me what was really happening when the district nurse came to visit.
It all began in grade one. We didn't have Kindergarten back then.
I know, I know, I'm dating myself. Back to my story.
The nurse would come into our class room dressed in a white uniform and nurse's cap. She really looked like a nurse! -Not scarey though. It was what she came to do when she was there that became scarey by the time I was in grade three.
What happened is the nurse would bring her monster of a bathroom scale and a black leather bag. The teacher would assign someone in the class to copy down all the heights and weights of the class members.
The teacher would go through the roll call in alphabetical order, starting with "A".
Each child in the class would get up from their desk and go to the back of the room as their name was called.
First the nurse would measure how tall we were and call out the number.
Then she would have us step up on the scale and she would call out the number of pounds we weighed.
My last name began with the letter "S", so I would sit in my desk dreading my turn by the time I was in grade 3, because I dreaded what would happen when my numbers were called.
You see, I was head and shoulders taller than everyone in my class, and thus much heavier than everyone in my class.
This fateful day when it was my turn, the nurse measured me, and the class heard my number an audible gasp was heard from the class. Then I stepped on the scales and the nurse called out my number. -Another gasp! But this time someone in the class said, "She's a witch!"
It didn't help that I had red hair as well.
So for the rest of my school years in Milk River, I was known as "the witch".
This experience caused me to be extremely conscious about my weight for the rest of my life. At one point I became anorexic and bulimic. If anyone mentioned anything about my weight, it would send me into an "eat nothing for the rest of my life" tirade.
In those days, people did not realize that these two phenomenon existed. Actually, I think my Mom was bulimic as well, because I heard her purging in the bathroom one time and asked her if she was ok. She just said, "I ate too much dinner." Because I had been doing the same for years, I knew exactly what she was doing. Nothing more was said about it. To me, it was just something that I did to stay slim.
To this day, I would probably still be purging, except that ever since I turned 40, when I purged, tiny blood vessels would burst around my eyes, and I would look like I had two black eyes for a few days until they healed. Ugh!
I have been looking for something to help me regulate what I was eating and help me manage my food intake. I tried many diets and found the Weight Watchers diet to work the best for me...for a time. Then I reverted back to just counting calories. -But I noticed that over the years, I was gradually gaining some of my weight back.
Because I had been on so many diets, every time I went on a diet, my body would go into overdrive at the sound of the word. I would feel like eating everything in the fridge at one sitting. It was hard to control. So I have tried to maintain my weight by counting calories and watching the proportions of carbs and fats. Now there is an app that I can use to help me with monitoring this. I also walk and ride bike to help with exercise. However, this was not working very well for me, as I was gradually gaining weight over the years until I had 25 pounds to release.
Recently, I met someone who was working with a new eating program. I thought it sounded worth trying, because she had released 30 pounds and was looking great. So I tried it.
Wow! I released 10.6 pounds and 10 inches in the first 8 days, and then 4 more pounds in the next week. I only had 11 pounds to release to be at my optimal weight. I know that I am still releasing weight, but have not been near a set of bathroom scales for a week.
It is a relief to know that I can just follow my eating regimen on the program. Oh, I still use my app on my phone to monitor my calories, carbs and fats with exercise, but for the most part, that is not the centre of my day every day. This program has freed me up to concentrate on other things...like helping my clients.
Over the years I have learned that people are not looking for the bells and whistles. They are looking for solutions to their challenges...just like I was.
As I have overcome my eating issues, I realize that there may be others who also have personal challenges to overcome so they can put more energy into building their business.
Do you have personal challenges that have affected your business?
Please share some of your challenges you are overcoming.
The Marketing Mentress