So I skipped Sunday afternoon practice in favor of Helen's going away party & Monday morning I woke up, in somebody else's words, in the depression well.
I don't think it was because I missed ONE practice!
But I had to skate Monday night, you know, forever ago I came up with this theory that was based on the six pages of The End of Overeating: Taking Control of the Insatiable American Appetite that I was able to read off Amazon.com, to wit, you repeat patterns that you learn. Also, you learn patterns that you repeat. What's the chicken and what's the egg: you learn what you repeat, you repeat what you learn. And what makes a pattern is, actually, called a "repeat," which makes a pattern the easiest thing to learn and the hardest thing to unlearn.
So, says David Kessler, overeating is this kind of pattern, and more than that, a narrative, a drama, a opera in five acts:
I. There's bagels in the kitchen, but I'm not even going to look at them.
II. Why can't I have a bagel, I work hard!!
III. How about if I don't have my snack this afternoon?
IV. I suck.
V. Ah, you do this every week...
I'm not making this up, Act I is playing in my head right now. I need a better opera. Skating is my better opera, is my theory. I don't have really good attendance because I'm a really good person. I mean, I'm an okay person. I've just gotten myself into a really good pattern, I've learned that it works & I'm just working the pattern, or is it the other way around.
At the beginning of last night's practice, Annie said, "I've got some demons to skate off tonight," and at the end of practice, I asked her, "How are your demons?" and she said, "I forgot that I had them."
Also Busty is back, and here are her pushups for last week.
