He just doesn’t get it!
My kids never listen to a word I say!
They just don’t understand me…
Does any of this sound familiar? The concept of not being heard is rife among us women. I HEAR YOU, and yet…
Be honest. Do you listen to yourself?
Do you stop when you are full?
Do you eat when you are hungry?
Do you relieve yourself when your body signals?
When your body is tired, do you rest?
When you feel antsy, do you get out and move?
If you feel sad, do you cry?
The list could go on, but you get the point. Do you listen to yourself?
I’m betting in some area the answer is NO, so my question is:
If you don’t listen to yourself, how can you expect anyone else to?
Let. That. Sink. In.
This is where taking responsibility for ourselves comes in. Honey, if you can’t listen and respond to what you’re needing, if you can’t honor and love yourself, then how in the hell can you expect anyone else to?
I tell my yoga students this all. the. time. We work on listening when the body says “stop” and moving where the body calls out for attention….and yet for me food has always been an area in which I haven’t listened to my body.
I love my food. It’s a comfort. It’s pleasure. It’s also an area that I tune out, push past my fullness, and eat what my body says ‘no’ to because it tastes good.
After my recent illness I’ve been on a gut healing protocol–one which I feel incredibly nourished. Unlike cleanses I’ve done, this one is aimed at healing the gut rather than just cleaning up the system. I’ve never felt so satisfied physically in my entire life, and so my psychological addictions to food have been VERY apparent–more so than ever before.
For the past few weeks I’ve been eating slow cooked meat and veg soups. The past few days my body has been calling for something lighter so I finally listened and went to get some fish today.
I was at the store for longer than anticipated and before I had everything on my list something in me said ‘just get out of here and go home.’ So I did. And I cooked myself some fish and lightly steamed veggies.
Every fiber of my being thanked me for not pushing through that list and going home with that fish.
At home I wasn’t short with my kids. I actually felt really joyful when usually at this time of day I’ve got my grump on.
I KNOW it’s because I’m actually listening to myself in a whole new way.
So, my dear, I ask you: how can you listen to yourself better? There’s no shame here! No self-flagellation. Share in the comments….what’s one area of your life you can start listening to yourself more?