I reckon that the dude who said “good things come to those who wait” is probably still waiting.
I’m not good at waiting. There is very little in this world that I would be prepared to queue for, and I am the person sitting back in the theatre/ plane/ whatever who impatiently looks at her watch expecting the show to start/ plane to take off/ whatever exactly at the advertised time. As much as it sounds dreadfully romantic and wonderful, you will never find me at one of those jazz festivals (or whatever) in the vines (on the grass, in the park, whatever)- quite simply because the idea of sitting around all day waiting for something to happen doesn’t turn me on at all.
Astrologically there are reasons for that in my chart (namely Venus in Aries in the 2nd and a mountain of Uranus contacts). As with all chart aspects we can choose to make the most or as little of the more “challenging” contact points, but quite frankly I can’t be bothered with that palaver either.
Every so often something really minor kicks it into action- someone in the wrong queue at the supermarket, someone swimming really slowly and hogging the fast lane at the pool, an idiot sitting right on my blind spot when I am trying to change lanes from the Harbour Tunnel lane back onto the main bridge road. My impatience is triggered and the hard hitters in my chart (Pluto and Mars) rise to the occasion.
But boy have I been waiting this February- waiting for it to be over!
For those who aren’t aware, I did FebFast this month. What is that? Essentially it is the month you send alcohol on a holiday, but the real reason is to raise money for alcohol related education awareness programs and associated charities. I wasn’t particularly hung up on that (although it was for a good cause)- I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do it…and win a bet.
Having said that, we have pretty busy social lives and during the month I had no problems saying “no” when out with other people. As hubby pointed out, most of the time I limit myself to only 1 or 2 glasses of wine anyway. I have massive control issues so very rarely allow myself more than that- especially when out.
With as much Neptune as I have in my chart, I have to carefully watch all things Neptunian or addictive- and alcohol is ruled by Neptune and is all too often the Pisceans escape route of choice. So this exercise, as well as being a bet, gave all the Pluto energy in my chart a chance to flex the willpower muscles.
So, why then was it so hard? Sure I missed the end of day relaxation, but I substituted that habit with sparking mineral water or soda and sipped it from a wine glass. No, I hated it so much simply because I wasn’t allowed to drink-because I had forbidden myself to do it. It’s like when you’re told not to think about or worry about something, so of course it is the only thing you do think or worry about.
I gave up other sugars in my diet this time last year and really didn’t have a problem doing so- I’m one of those rare people who genuinely doesn’t like the aftertaste of sweetness and we rarely have any pre-prepared sauces or foods in the house. Yet for the first week or so, the sugar cravings were incredible. I reached for the occasional diet coke as a substitute & finished the 1st week almost a kilo heavier!
That one took me by surprise. Whilst I know that biochemically the body deals with ethynol or fermented sugars differently to fructose, it still sends the same messages to the brain. My brain was craving the sugar hit is usually got from the wine.
A nutritionist friend recommended chromium supplements and that (and herbal teas with cinnamon, cardamom & other warming spices) helped and I finished the month 1.5kgs lighter- with no other changes to diet or exercise routines.
I’m not a great sleeper, and far from sleeping better, I slept worse in that I still felt wound up by the time I would normally go to bed. My dreams (which are always extremely colourful) woke me far more regularly and for far longer each night…which made the getting up for 6am gym sessions a tad easier…
So, what was good about it?
Firstly I broke a habit. I had been struggling with reducing the nightly glasses during the week and now know that I can do it. In fact, I probably won’t have a glass tonight and will wait until the weekend.
I proved to myself that I can do it. I also proved to myself that I can effectively substitute habits. The swap it don’t stop it methodology is good for people like me. A friend taught me the value of soda water as a chaser or substitute and it works a treat.
It was the final step in the no sugar stakes, and that (with the way my body chooses to deal with insulin) is a very good thing.
I learned that I need to be a little gentler with myself. The reason the initial sugar thing didn’t phase me was because I didn’t impose it, I didn’t forbid myself. Instead I sort of sidled up to it sideways and gradually started substituting things like commercial tomato sauces with fresh salsa, and breakfast muesli with home-made, and sweetened low fat yoghurt with natural. The changes were so tiny and so gentle I didn’t really notice them.
Oh, and I raised a little money, so thanks to those who helped me out- even though I didn’t seek sponsorship (it wasn’t about that) knowing that others had sponsored me helped me stay honest (I always honour commitments made to others more than I do to myself…which is sorta sad in itself, I guess).
Will I do it again? I say probably not, but then again, with me? Who knows? Dry July is coming up and I do many stupid things for the sake of a bet or a challenge- my Aries Venus and Scorpio Mars insist on it- just don’t make me wait or queue for it!
This months challenge is the photo a day one set by Fat Mum Slim. I’ll post mine daily here.