The importance of being positive – AND in acknowledging the negative.

Through out my life, I’ve been told I’m a positive person. It’s true, when things go wrong, I tend to try and see the bright side, because there is USUALLY some small, good thing you can glean from a big ole’ pile of lemons (like lemonade.) Let’s try a real life scenario from today: My debit card information got swiped at a gas pump, even though my card is safely in my wallet. Over $400 in charges were drafted from my checking account and I spent over an hour on the phone undoing it all, putting me behind in my work day. Now I have no debit card for the next week until a replacement comes. True, this is a big ole “crap on toast” scenario, but the bright side? I’m trying to save every last cent I have for a down payment on our future home. Maybe not the best savings plan, but I can either freak out and be mad, pretend nothing’s wrong and be fakey chipper, or I can be mad and quietly accept that it is what it is. I choose to accept it.

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Last Tuesday, I wrote to you how mad, sad and frustrated I was about my latest medical findings. It wasn’t just that, last week. A lot went wrong, including a dear family friend losing his fight with cancer. Last week was rough. I’m still mad and sad. There’s nothing wrong with that. Many people (and I’ve done this myself to other people – it’s human nature. We all want people to feel better when they don’t feel good.) have told me not to worry, to just be positive and that everything will be fine. While I agree and appreciate that sentiment, a friend brought up a really good point the other day — that there is nothing wrong with admitting defeat every once in awhile. Allow yourself to feel all of your emotions, even if they’re bad. She said sometimes you need time to lick your wounds. And as someone who’s usually pegged as Sally Sunshine, I couldn’t agree more. I told my husband one night when we were discussing Livergate that I just wanted some time to be pissed off. And I did, really, truly. I appreciated everyone’s sweet motivational quips, but I was pissed. I wanted to stew in my anger, to be resentful of that stupid $100 medical detox that did nothing but cause me angst and discomfort, to be irritated that weight loss seems it will forever be the elusive sparkly white unicorn. So I was angry, and I was resentful. And guess what? I’m still frustrated, but allowing myself to really FEEL those things and not repress them means that today I’m more well adjusted and satisfied than I probably would have been if I kept telling myself to cheer up and be positive.

However, by allowing myself to be mad, it helped me come full circle and truly, truly get down to the nitty gritty behind all this, mentally. I’m fatter than I’ve ever been, but you know what? I’m also fitter than I’ve ever been. Last night I ran over a mile to the drug store, without stopping. Before I started this journey, I would have rather scooped the litterbox than attempted to run a mile. I can do that now with relative ease. This journey is not perfect. It’s not a straight line to success. My journey has not been instant success, and sometimes, it feels like it hasn’t been any success at all. But there are lasting changes I have made, and things that I will overcome when the time is right.

When you take time to reflect on a bad situation, if you really devote enough attention to the matter, you can usually figure out what the underlying fear or anger is beneath what’s going on. I want to lose weight because I want to be healthy. At present moment, the defeatist in me is saying I will never lose weight, that I’ll just keep gaining and gaining until I can’t leave the house and my life will become smaller and smaller while my body becomes bigger and bigger. But, I know well enough to put a piece of tape over defeatist’s mouth, and admit to myself that yes, this has been really, really hard, but I will get there. The sum of my parts is more than a number on the scale, and my happiness is made up of more than just how much I weigh. It is made up of my family, my kitten’s soft pink paws, the taste of cold iced tea on a hot summer day, the fantastic smell of orange blossoms in the breeze, the sound of good music, the feel of freshly washed sheets, the comments you all leave me, the feeling I get when I’m working on a project I love, the dinner my husband brings me while I’m working on that project.

Today, I choose Sally Sunshine but I acknowledge the defeatist. I choose acceptance. I choose positivity.

When something crummy happens to you, how do you react? Are you a glass half full, or a glass half empty? Do you understand what I mean about being positive but still being ok with acknowledging the negative?

8 thoughts on “The importance of being positive – AND in acknowledging the negative.

  1. This is SUCH a great attitude to have. Rock on, lady.

    I am an eternal optimist for the most part, though my anxiety does like to rear its ugly head and do stuff like “Oh, your boss just called an unspecified meeting? Better start packing your desk, you’re going to get fired, and while you’re at it, start looking for a new place to live because you won’t be able to pay your rent and YOU KNOW WHAT YOU MIGHT AS WELL GIVE UP ON LIFE RIGHT NOW, YOU FAILURE MCSUCKPANTS.”

  2. you DO have the best attitude.
    and I TRY to be the same.
    for the most part I am a MY GLASS IS OVERFLOWING MAY I POUR SOME IN YOURS? woman.

  3. I feel you. I get it. And I was there last week too. Sometimes it seems almost easy to let the negative win but, like you, I can’t do it. I feel the negative, try to let go of what I can, put the lessons learned on a shelf to look at the next time it happens and go on with life. But it’s hard.
    I didn’t have nearly as much bad stuff happen last week but when I got the bad medical report I was pouty and petulant and grumpy for about 16 hours before I realized I was already being proactive and just needed to trust in the path. But those 16 hours? I needed to stew and be angry to push me onward!
    You’re a strong, awesome, person and I applaud you pushing past the negative and on to the positive.
    But don’t be afraid to throw a tantrum every now and then, it’s good for the soul!

  4. I have made a concerted effort as part of my overall project for better health and more happiness this year to feel the “negative” emotions that come up instead of pushing them away or glossing them over. I find that I do not eat my way through them nearly as much now as before, so I take that as proof that my body likes this new approach. Feel however you are feeling, is my new mantra!

  5. I love this post – I am one for feeling more negative than positive.
    well done on running to the store – you have got this and things are going to turn around for you *hugs*

  6. I don’t think it’s possible to be positive all the time. Sometimes things happen in life that are so difficult or traumatic that to try to give it a positive spin would just be trite. That said, there is some research that indicate positivity is a trait that can be practised and learned – so I’m off to practice.

  7. I can totally appreciate the frustration and negativity! Sometimes it seems like bad stuff all happens at once too- that’s when it gets to me. Or just one small frustration when you’re having a bad day (or just have pregnancy hormones) and cue Kelly crying because she can’t put together the pack-n-play. Luckily I think something that helps is… FRIENDS! It’s nice to be able to vent and be cheered up. You are someone who keeps me positive and keeps me going, so I am thankful for you! We all – I think – have to CHOOSE positivity and sometimes it’s just nice to have a friend in that 🙂

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