Friday, 23 June 2006
Ho Dogs and urgers
I was just telling my husband one of my anecdotes about life in the lower-working-class neighborhood where I grew up, and it occurs to me there’s a lesson there that can apply to weight loss (as almost anything can, if you look at it that way). Here’s the story I told him:
To this day, I sometimes think of them as ho dogs and have to remember to correct myself before I speak.
That got me to thinking that there have been many times when I came to accept something I knew was dysfunctional, so that over time it became “normal” and eventually, preferred. Now I’m wondering what patterns of behavior I have that are like that sign, missing letters, never repaired, and dysfunction in a way that I no longer notice. Are there behaviors that I prefer only because they are familiar, even though they have never served me well?
I think it’s time I examined my habits through fresh eyes, as a stranger would that broken sign, and see if there are any that, although understandable and perhaps even quaint, are nevertheless undeniably an error.