Shattered Routine

I have not med­i­tated for weeks. I’ve been con­cen­trat­ing, though. I’ve been read­ing Over­com­ing Overeat­ing, which is the first book on overeat­ing I’ve read that really, con­tin­u­ally, nails how I feel about and behave around food.

…you spend your days fight­ing your desire to eat. Some days you give in to your desire, and scream at your­self for your lack of willpower. Other days you resist the desire and feel vir­tu­ous and wor­thy of praise. On any given day, how­ever, much of your men­tal life and energy is absorbed by thoughts about your eat­ing, your weight, and your plans to con­trol both. You’ve prob­a­bly thought about these top­ics con­tin­u­ally for many years. It amy appear to oth­ers that you are lead­ing a hum­drum, aver­age life, but they don’t see beyond the sur­face of your daily activ­i­ties. Despite appear­ances, you know that you are con­stantly pre­oc­cu­pied by painful thoughts about your body and eating…

And, not by coin­ci­dence, it turns out that the key piece of advice in the book comes down to the same thing as Hiakajo’s def­i­n­i­tion of Zen — “When hun­gry, eat; when tired, sleep.”

While the book doesn’t men­tion sleep, but the main thrust of it is aimed at con­vert­ing a per­son to “demand feed­ing”, that is, “when hun­gry, eat.” One thing that’s been help­ful is the dif­fer­en­ti­a­tion the book makes between “mouth hunger” and “stom­ach hunger”. The “mouth hunger” is the hunger of the hun­gry ghost, never sat­is­fi­able, always want­ing more. The “stom­ach hunger” is the true phys­i­o­log­i­cal hunger of your own phys­i­cal need for food.

The main thrust of the book’s advice, it seems to me, is basi­cally to be mind­ful of your own desires and needs, to train your­self to under­stand what’s going on in your body and mind by watch­ing your­self as you expe­ri­ence the dif­fer­ent types of hunger. It also con­cen­trates on com­pas­sion; on not beat­ing your­self up when you overeat, but instead for­giv­ing your­self and under­stand­ing yourself.

This feels like exactly what I need. It feels like what I’ve been think­ing, on one level or another, for years, but thought out and exper­i­mented with by experts, and for­mu­lated into a few hun­dred pages of really good, prac­ti­cal advice on overeating.

It may, in short, be the best chance I’ve ever had of under­stand­ing my overeat­ing and mak­ing a real change in my pat­terns of behaviour.

So. Yes, under­stand­ably, I think, I’ve been using a lot of my energy to con­cen­trate on fol­low­ing the book’s advice. Not on read­ing, which I’ve been doing fairly slowly and spo­rad­i­cally, but on actu­ally doing. Lis­ten­ing to myself, for­giv­ing myself, try­ing to under­stand the dif­fer­ence between mouth and stom­ach hunger. Try­ing to eat from stom­ach hunger more often, but at the same time being for­giv­ing and under­stand­ing when I eat from mouth hunger instead.

But. I’ve been feel­ing, still, like I’m fail­ing in the med­i­ta­tion side of things. For months ear­lier this year, I med­i­tated daily in the hope of build­ing a habit that would be hard to break. And here I am, hav­ing quickly bro­ken the habit. On the other hand, maybe I would be sit­ting here writ­ing this this morn­ing if part of that habit for­ma­tion hadn’t trig­gered some anx­i­ety and guilt when I stopped the habit.

So, is today the day to start again? Twenty min­utes a day, is all I’m up to. It’s not much to add into a rou­tine. Maybe I can kill off a TV show and a few RSS feeds and some fid­dling with iPhone games, and med­i­tate instead. 7 * 20 min­utes = 140. Two hours and twenty min­utes a week, in total. It’s not much, in a week.

I’ll set an alarm for this evening, and med­i­tate for fif­teen or twenty min­utes, and see how it feels.


— Orig­i­nally posted by Matt Gib­son on Gad­fly Mind.

Abject Failure, Desire, and Compassion

I’m pro­cras­ti­nat­ing right now. I’m pro­cras­ti­nat­ing, I think, because report­ing fail­ure is never that cheery a prospect. And my “month of desire” — to analyse, work with and per­haps help myself over­come my grasp­ing at food, at con­sumer good, at any­thing — failed.

Not only did it fail, but it failed quite spec­tac­u­larly, with me overeat­ing like a par­tic­u­larly hun­gry ghost, and even giv­ing up med­i­ta­tion for a cou­ple of weeks.

And this is where I would prob­a­bly, in the past, have given up. And sunk back into despair.

But not this time. I have, instead, bought a cou­ple of par­tic­u­larly good-looking books on overeat­ing. I’ve also bought and have been lis­ten­ing to (I bought the audio ver­sion) Alan Watts’ The Way of Zen, to get some inspiration.

(Don’t fear, gen­tle reader, I know Zen is not about read­ing books. To para­phrase the emi­nent Mer­lin Mann, read­ing a book about Zen is like buy­ing a chair about jog­ging. But I’m hop­ing to find some point­ers in the right direc­tion, at least.)

And I plan on pick­ing myself up after this fail­ure, and get­ting back on with things. Because I think that this fail­ure may be part of the process. I’m def­i­nitely feel­ing dif­fer­ent things as a result even of fail­ing to let go of my desires. And I’ve been more emo­tional recently, which I think is a good sign of change.

So, I’m going to read these books, and try to get to the bot­tom of my desires, and specif­i­cally my prob­lems with overeat­ing and other addic­tions. Partly I’m going to try it through thought, and partly I’m going to med­i­tate. Because sim­ple daily med­i­ta­tion did seem to be tak­ing me in a good direc­tion in my life, and I don’t want to lose that.

The first thing I’ve found to use as inspi­ra­tion are these words from Zen mas­ter Hiakajo, quoted by Alan Watts:

When hun­gry, eat, when tired, sleep”

That’s a def­i­n­i­tion of Zen. And it’s two areas I’ve been hav­ing such a prob­lem with all my life — for decades, at least — that it really hit home when I heard it. It sounds so sim­ple. And yet it feels so, so dif­fi­cult to do, for me. Even the sleep­ing, but espe­cially the eating.

But I’m going to bear those words in mine. And start­ing tomor­row (I’m too tired today, and it’s gone 10pm, so I’m going to head for bed right now) I’m back on the med­i­ta­tion, and I’m going to focus on sim­ple eat­ing and sleep­ing, and get­ting them right. Because I think those two key areas could specif­i­cally help me lead a more mind­ful life than any­thing else I can think of.

See you tomorrow.


— Orig­i­nally posted by Matt Gib­son on Gad­fly Mind.

Good and Bad

First, the good. I didn’t med­i­tate this week­end, because I was away stay­ing with friends in Lon­don. Stay­ing away breaks my rou­tines, and it still feels a bit odd to be med­i­tat­ing in some­one else’s house. So, I didn’t. How­ever, instead I exper­i­mented with trav­el­ling meditations.

On the way home from work on Fri­day, I did a walk­ing med­i­ta­tion, about as long as my nor­mal seated med­i­ta­tion. And that really grounded me, and felt very good in places as I was doing it. I may try to do that again when I’m short on time, though I’ll be stick­ing with the sit­ting med­i­ta­tion where I can.

Then, on the way to and from Lon­don, I did a dri­ving med­i­ta­tion. I’ve dis­liked dri­ving long dis­tances — any kind of long-distance travel, in fact — for a while now. It always seems to take far too long, and I get frus­trated, and bored, and annoyed by the whole process. This week­end, I tried to stay in the present moment as much as pos­si­ble as I was dri­ving. I didn’t look at the clock. I kept bring­ing myself back to where I was, rather than where I wanted to be.

And it worked beau­ti­fully. Okay, I was lucky with the traf­fic, and nei­ther the jour­ney there nor the jour­ney back would have been awful any­way, but I really did travel and arrive in a much, much bet­ter frame of mind than nor­mal. I was awake, alert, and the jour­neys seemed to have taken much less time than I was expect­ing. It didn’t feel like two-and-a-half hours. I also didn’t feel the need to stop off at the motor­way ser­vices and give myself a break halfway. I was fine with­out it.

So, that’s the good. Now, the bad: I gave into desire every step of the way. My friend Kavey, who had invited me down for a birth­day cel­e­bra­tion, is a food blog­ger. And it’s Choco­late Week, appar­ently. So, I was giv­ing into desire left right and cen­tre, all week­end, from the take­away on Fri­day night, through the Choco­late Unwrapped event on Sat­ur­day morn­ing, all the way through to after­noon tea at the (com­pletely awe­some) Bob Bob Ricard in Soho, with cham­pagne pretty much on tap and more cakes than I could shake a stick at.

Jesus. I really, really over­did it. And that’s one thing I learned: I really don’t know how not to overdo it in cir­cum­stances like that. Where food keeps on arriv­ing, where I’m in com­pany who love good food and eat plenty of it. I just can’t stop. I mean, let’s face it, when I’m home alone, it’s hard enough, but out in a great restau­rant with a group of food blog­gers is really not con­ducive to delay­ing grat­i­fi­ca­tion or stop­ping eat­ing when you’re full.

So, that was bad, I think. A wasted oppor­tu­nity. Or maybe an oppor­tu­nity that came too early in my prac­tice. Next time I’ll maybe have to plan in advance, talk things through with my friends. Tell them that I don’t seem to be much like other peo­ple, in that I don’t process food as quickly, and there­fore need to eat less. And then attempt to have very small amounts of food while other peo­ple are eat­ing lots. (And stay­ing thin, many of them. Peo­ple who love food, who eat and cook and blog and live food are just as vari­able in their body shapes as every­one else…)

That’s not going to be easy. But if I want to prac­tice prop­erly, and have a healthy rela­tion­ship with food, then not tak­ing in more than I need is prob­a­bly key. I’ll try to work on that this week, and we’ll see how I feel. More than halfway through the “Month of Desire” now, and I don’t feel like I’m doing well. Maybe I need to switch tac­tics a bit, some­how. I’ll think about that, too.


— Orig­i­nally posted by Matt Gib­son on Gad­fly Mind.

Still So Much Desire

Well, had a cou­ple of days in a row of actu­ally med­i­tat­ing at a sen­si­ble time. But both days have been a bit crap in other regards. I’m still not analysing my addic­tive desire, my cling­ing to food, to other things, enough, I feel. Halfway through the month now, and I feel like I’m only just get­ting started.

I’ve had a cou­ple of moments where I’ve felt on the brink of some­thing, where I’ve felt I could turn a cor­ner and start giv­ing things up. But then I’ve just not man­aged it, not fol­lowed through. Just car­ried on doing what I nor­mally, giv­ing into desire, and let­ting real­ity fade fur­ther away.

I feel quite sad about that. But I will keep going. Maybe I just need to gen­er­ate enough of these oppor­tu­ni­ties that I finally take one in the end…


— Orig­i­nally posted by Matt Gib­son on Gad­fly Mind.

Eating

The more I observe myself this week, the more I realise how sep­a­rate my desire to eat is from my phys­i­cal need for food. There’s no con­nec­tion there what­ever. I’m just back from hol­i­day, and I’ve maybe eaten a bit more than usual recently, and I actu­ally think I’ve felt no phys­i­cal need for food at all this week — I’ve been eat­ing so much so reg­u­larly that there’s been no hunger.

I also think this might be the state I spend most of my life in, one of the main rea­sons I’m still pretty over­weight, despite now being a reg­u­lar jogger.

This is some­thing I really need to focus on. I think for the rest of this week, I’ll try to pay atten­tion to it, but keep eat­ing as nor­mal, but for next week I’ll see how it feels not to eat unless I can detect some phys­i­cal hunger. That’s not as easy as it sounds — it’s tough, some­times, to sep­a­rate the men­tal and the phys­i­cal — but I’ll give it a try, and see if I can then observe more of this addic­tive desire. Should be eas­ier to see when it’s being denied…

Med­i­ta­tion last night: rub­bish. I was too tired, and I started too late. Med­i­ta­tion this evening: also rub­bish, I started fairly soon after I got home from work, and I was still too tired. I just came back early from the Flickr meet at the pub so I could get to bed ear­lier. Here’s hop­ing I sleep well…


— Orig­i­nally posted by Matt Gib­son on Gad­fly Mind.