Who flips that switch?

“You think he's gone? He's not gone. That's the whole point! He's never gone!” Dr. Leo Marvin speaking of his patient, Bob Wiley in “What About Bob?”

Lately I’ve been observing what’s behind that switch. You know the one. Maybe. For me, it connects to two things, blind rage or compulsive eating. There’s a match made in hell, eh?

The overwhelmingly tired soap opera about this phenomenon stars me as myself, whomever that is at the moment, usually a woman on the outside but a disgruntled toddler within. I look as if I’m going about my life doing ‘the next right thing.’ Could be something quite mundane, like catching a nap, even.

My experience is that I go from whatever to waking up in this overwhelming urge to yell my head off or, less belligerently toward passers by, eat anything not nailed down (“Katy bar the door,” as my father might say.) All reason goes flying out the window, and in the case of overeating, I can’t honestly recall at those times why I ever wanted to do anything but eat my way through my kitchen, my neighborhood, my country, and this planet (and not necessarily in that order, either).

In OA, some say this is all the proof we need of Step 1, that we are powerless over food and our lives are unmanageable, if not in and of itself, then as a result. In Zen, we speak of these moments as the experience of becoming identified with a regressed part of ourselves, sometimes referred to as a subpersonality.

For me, it’s the real reason I stick out any self-improvement program. I’ve been haunted by this feeling my whole life and at times I feel like it owns me. Because I get there and see only all the food I can possibly eat my way through along with this unstoppable feeling that I must eat it.

I can buy into the notion that it’s a small, needy part of me confused as to what’s needed to feel taken care of. But not when I’m under its spell. Then it’s just me needing to eat and eat and eat until she’s done. I can blame some tangible things like making my hunger wait too long, or eating a triggering food like wheat thins with just enough of a hint of sweetness to feel an overeating switch inside engage. But there are other factors to, before it comes on, completely unknown to me except for what I infer by how I feel when I’m done overeating.

In Zen we meditate to that we can cultivate the mind of sitting still and seeing without judgment what arises. This compulsion is so perfect for this kind of observation, I know, although I feel blindsided every single time. It is a very counter-intuitive process of in essence waiting for the disturbance to happen so you can watch how it comes about. By disturbance I mean that which takes place mentally and extremely discreetly, to result in a landslide of emotion that did not exist but 5 minutes or 5 seconds before.

"A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone." Henry David Thoreau

Someone Like Me

“Guess what? I have flaws. What are they? Oh I donno, I sing in the shower? Sometimes I spend too much time volunteering. Occasionally I'll hit somebody with my car. So sue me-- no, don't sue me. That is opposite the point I'm trying to make.” Michael Scott, “The Office”

In our sangha, we speak of ‘conditioning backlash’ whereby your ‘reward’ for a sought after experience that frees you from an unwanted freedom or behavior is nothing other than an apparent redoubling of effort to seize your sensibilities. That’s what happened following my ability to wait out an overwhelming craving in my last writing.

It wasn’t until several days and binges later, yesterday, in fact that I could ‘catch’ my mind wanting to wander down the alley of what I can only describe as an internal debate over whether to eat something more at the conclusion of dinner and how dreadful I’d feel to just ‘stop’ for ‘the whole evening’. Though it was like averting eyes from a roadside accident I could feel an internal pulling away and some intuitive assurance that I’d be better off if I did. Sure enough, I went on about my evening and had the most peaceful ‘food day’ among other things, I have had in a month—since I decided it would be OK to have a piece of my brother’s graduation cake to be exact.

That experience is my internalization of what is referred to as mastery, although I have no idea if I’ll be able to repeat it at will. That is the point we reach when we really ‘know’ the internal conversations are just that—voices in the head borne from a conditioned past extending who knows how far back—and though powerful and convincing and causing us to identify strongly with its/their pleas—are not us, but simply housed by us. When we really know that to be true, is when we all of a sudden have available to us the choice to turn away and behave differently.

Of course there are no end of spiritual traditions that espouse that reality. In the 12-step program, that experience can be thought of as surrendering to power greater than ourselves to restore us to sanity as stated in Step 2. Grace is a lovely way to hear it described as well. Most recently I have heard it described as being blown from the belly of the whale, JUST at the point at which we give up all hope (another way, maybe of describing surrender). In any case, I came, I saw, I let go and eating, along with the rest of life, is more peaceful today.

“You must know that you can swim through every change of

“Won't you help me sing my song

From the dark end of the street

To the bright side of the road” Van Morrison

A Job for Howard

“It's a terrible feeling, isn't it — the self-will run riot? Here you long to inwardly resemble the Dalai Lama humming to himself, or Therese of Liseux at dawn Christmas morning in prayer.”-Anne Lamott

I snapped! Well, some "I" did. I hate hanging in there to watch it, too. That’s worse than the snappage. To date, I have lost about 18 pounds (I strive to weigh myself once monthly only) and I had the sense I underate at lunch yesterday. A few hours after when John was snacking on blue chips a part of me ‘went wild’ and just ‘had’ to have chips and cheese together. That I did and that was that but I felt rebellious after and really not happy after dinner was over. 

That was of course yesterday, not necessarily related to what happened this day. Yet today I did have enough at lunch but I still went for a bread/cheese snack and not in the way it’s recommended either, at least by my sponsor. I’m having a hard time knowing what is right for me, separating it from what I feel I should be doing according to my sponsor, even though my sponsor says there is no wrong way.

I like her a lot. She is younger than me—but that barely comes up. Her background is highly resonant with my own -- most especially when it comes to spiritual beliefs. She has defined her higher power as a guiding force of connection through us all, and that very much is how I've come to think of 'my' higher power. She’ll refer to God and that suits me fine, as it’s rather cumbersome to refer to praying to "my inner guiding feeling of human connection".

Whatever the definition, I am struggling with lining my eating up with my inner sense of what makes sense for me, my higher power, or my mentor, as it’s sometimes called in my Zen practice. I feel myself lining up instead with an inner rebellious child who is hopping mad that she’s being forced to do what she doesn’t want to do. She has her system of control, flawed as it is, in place and tolerates the horrid inconsistencies around her by paying close attention to her food kingdom, reveling in the knowledge that there she lords over her ‘loyal’ but inanimate subjects of chocolate kisses, chocolate chip cookies, and an array of warm, buttery comfort food. She isn’t going down with a fight on this one.

I know she’s not after food. She’s after reassurance that there are steady, dependable things available just for her. The toleration of her as only one part of me after so many years of thinking I am the part she comandeered is in and of itself a huge undertaking. I can. I will. I want to—I know that, how? Ah…. Looks like a job for the mentor.

“I like to think that some even turned to Howard, who can be kind of a generic god for agnostics, a big warm caring galoot of divine presence — Howard, as in, "Our father, who art in Heaven, Howard be thy name."—Anne Lamott

Mild Mannered Reporting

"I can't stand to fly. I'm not that naive. I'm just out to find the better part of me." Five for Fighting 

Cheri posted a practice reminder recently suggesting we imagine what we'd ask Superman to do for us, if we could. For some reason this tickled a place of childish delight inside me, and has excited all my pleasure centers, to the point that I (almost) don't remember the second part of her practice reminder which was to see how much of that which we were asking of Superman we might be able do for ourselves. Luckily, my heart rushed in with the answer before my head could intervene and talk myself into world peace. "Plenty of money," was what I would ask for. Now I don't know how the ability to leap tall buildings in a single bound, or x-ray vision yields the ability to provide this, but that is the joy of awakening a child within, now isn't it? 

I suppose the plenty of money would cut out a lot of conversation in my head, ostensibly anyway, regarding what I can and cannot do with my time at this stage of my life where I find myself at a crossroads by dint of being out of work, yet too young to retire. So what *would* I do once I had this plenty of $$$? I'm almost too excited to contemplate, the thought seems so joyous. Off my stepdaughter would go to the college of her dreams, and so too my daughter to medical school following college. John could stay at his hourly job not one minute past when his heart tells him it's time to leave, and not knowing whether we would or not, we could stop the chatter surrounding the endless futile speculation about when we'll go back to a decent income level.

Assuming I had the time, (maybe Superman can do several things for us and longevity could certainly be added to the list), I could spend it on further learning in a new field, and ever so casually resume looking for work in my current field. 

The 2nd part to the question was to ask which of those things we could do for ourselves. This was also interesting and in some ways even more fun to think about. Remembering one of my first 'hooks' into practicing sitting meditation and studying with Cheri was hearing her underscore that all anyone *ever* wants is a certain feeling-- I think that I'd like to be able to provide the means for what I project is a fulfilling feeling that our girls would receive by making their educations just happen. In many respects this was a feeling I enjoyed by virtue of my own parents' generosity.

The other items fall into the category of a sense of urgency-- John needing to believe he can let go of his job when he needs to, me believing I can't stay out of traditional work and those things are so subjective, unless I am in the throes of believing the tug of war in my head. "What about benefits? What about money?" on and on. And of course there is validity to those concerns, but what gets lost sight of on a regular basis by me and I suspect others- is that those things need not become fuel for self-battering as they can be made to become by abusing 'voices' inside. 

As the Superman game suggests, facts can be laid in their place alongside a healthy sense of wonder and imagination with a result that might be something far greater in the real world than ever imagined. Right now I am just loving going about my day with a schedule all my own and knowing it's always going to include time to craft and lunch at home with food I had plenty of time to prepare. Maybe 'the next thing' will include income enough to make sure I always have that time and that personal space as well as the ability to pay the bills.

I have not been served wrong by taking the opportunity to wonder aloud or to myself 'just for fun,' that's for sure.

"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm."

Emily Dickinson
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Big Box Zen

"I cannot tell if what the world considers 'happiness' is happiness or not. All I know is that when I consider the way they go about attaining it, I see them carried away headlong, grim and obsessed, in the general onrush of the human herd, unable to stop themselves or to change their direction. All the while they claim to be just on the point of attaining happiness..." Chuang-tzu.

Since I'm between jobs (By the way, don't you just love the phrasing implying the next job is just laying there waiting for me to take it up?)-- now seems like a pretty good time to dream up a fun one. So, I keep thinking, since we are talking dream jobs here, how about a fantasy job? Most people who know me will thing full time quilter and that would fit the bill, for sure, but at the moment, I was thinking more like Clarence from It's a Wonderful Life. Except I'd be more like the Buddha's trainee and technically in Buddhism as I understand it, we don't try to *get* anywhere, but rather to realize that we are, at any given time, *here* with no need to go elsewhere, so I'd have to give some thought to how that correlates to an angel getting his or her wings (worth noting perhaps that bells in fact are frequently run in the Zen tradition in which I am a participant so whatever the end goal, the ringing of bells would certainly figure prominently as it did for Clarence).

I'd have a name tag of course (Buddhist Guide, Trainee) and the job description would include showing new souls (which would probably be called incarnations) around the karmic world which in my rendering of it, takes on the appearance of Costco, an oversized warehouse with everything you could ever want alongside that much which you never even realized you want.

So I'd take the pre-conditioned human, between lifetimes if you will, and point out a few things that, should he or she awaken with a desire to end suffering in the upcoming lifetime, might come in handy. The largest section of the karmic big box store, would be the huge central area that stores swing sets and barbecues in the summer and Christmas trees at holiday time. "This," I'd matter of factly point out, is your content. Getting stitches, bored rainy afternoons, first days of school on up to family members dying, miscarriages, divorces, and watching loved ones die of cancer and car accidents, drink too much, win a triathalon, get a raise, have an affair, and pay too much for coffee because they forgot the sales circular at home."

I'd go on to explain that the content will forever be competing for attention and shelf space with the inborn knowledge that your sense of well being is not controlled or defined by IT- whatever IT is (thank you ebay!) And I'll do my best to reassure by reminding my charge that most go through their entire lives forgetting that they know this is true, and, when you consider the state of the content, who can blame them.

Next we'll go up and down the aisles on either side of content. Rows of shelves containing toiletries, over the counter medicines and vitamins are just about the perfect location for The Voices in Your Head. "Lots of folks catch on to these babies pretty quick," I'll jovially explain. "They're the things that talk at you all day and all night long, telling you what you're doing wrong, what to say, what to do and think. Sometimes they will throw a complete curve ball and tell you how great you are. But don't be fooled. They live to make you completely forget that YOU aren't THEM and as such don't have to pay one bit of attention."

About this time, the entering soul will probably ask what all the fuss is about. "Why would anyone or anything *care* to throw me off track enough to create all this distraction?" And this will be a test of Buddhist trainee meddle because I'll so badly want to provide the 'proper' answer. I'll want to have something at the ready, like a SOAR story (situation, obstacle, action, result) we're encouraged to prepare by out outplacement coaches, lying in wait for the toughest interview question. Or I'll want to be able to believably explain that the system was actually intended to protect us from the harm of going crazy by coming up with a belief system however bogus.

If my thoughts are properly collected however I'll say instead, "All we know for sure is that there seems to be for every productive forging ahead that we do, an equal and opposite drive to deconstruct our ability to stay in the here and now, seeing it all, not believing any of it, and in that seeing, having the true freedom to attend closely to the life experience we truly want to have."

That will lead us to the section that runs parallel to the cash registers. Where mountains of oversized boxes of candy, pyramids of plastic jars of Twizzlers reside. "Here's where all the action is. Your conditioned responses. Things you do automatically. Sometimes these are perfectly matched to the content and other times, not so much. How much you can stay in your observing self and disconnect from your voices telling you how you should feel about your swing set, I mean your content is going to have a lot to do with how well you can choose what to do when." This conversation will probably require breaking into the Twizzlers for some relief, a perfect example of a conditioned response to hearing voices tell me I can't manage this part of the tour, but that's what training is for I'll realize.

And how will I realize this? Because a thought or feeling in the form maybe of the person who checks what you have bought against your receipt will arise in a moment of clarity, to remind me I do have options-- and lots of them. Like today for example, I can stay in my pajamas all day, skip church, eat junk food (oh, wait- that's what I AM doing!)-- you get the idea.

There are more sections to tour in our Zen Costco-- but first I have to work with someone in customer service on putting on my game face (and realizing I WANT to?!) as I hand over my badge tomorrow.

"I would like to learn, or remember, how to live." Annie Dillard