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The cat is out of the bag…

No more secrets and lies! I sent my husband an all-revealing email earlier today, and I feel so relieved! The sun shines outside and I actually enjoy it. I detailed all about my credit card debts and my latest CED-activities (compulsive eating disorder) which he didn’t know about until now… I also made a list of things I’m supposed to do or goals I’m supposed to achieve, but I can’t see how I’ll do that… I guess he’ll be disappointed with me, sort of giving up on always striving to be the perfect person. I’m tired of trying and trying, only resulting in creating more negative stress for myself. I think its time I say, OK, this is me. These are my positive and my negative sides.

I’ve always tried to do better, to be as others are, never accepting that I’m OK as I am. At work I’ve tried to excel, to deliver more than is expected from me, to make my boss stunned by my “perfect” work. But now, it’s not working. I’m delivering barely on schedule, finding hard to concentrate, and I don’t have the energy to do anything… What’s the point in doing something acceptable, when I can’t make everything perfect? At home I’ve tried to be more like my husband. He’s the housekeeper, he makes every dinner, he’s got the energy to do several household chores everyday – after work! My level of activities will never match his. To me household chores are BORING. To him it’s a necessary thing to be done, and he manage to motivate himself to do them. I tend to wait until we get visitors or the task is loooong overdue. He’s not satisified with my level of activity, and I agree, but I don’t see how I can mobilise enough energy or motivation to do more… 😦 Earlier it was sort of okay to him that I did less than him, when I was depressed, but as I now regard myself much better, he’s irritated over my low level of activity. And I can understand him, it is not fair that one person in a household does way more than the other. I wouldn’t like it if it was the other way around… but how to do something and be satisified with that something instead of thinking about all the other things I didn’t manage, that I don’t know how to achieve… and in the meantime, all my energy goes to thinking about my low performances and what others must think about me… when will my boss tell me to consider quitting my job or my husband tell me that he’s tired of waiting for me to do more… 😦

That’s today’s status.

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Update:

My husband answered that it was sad for me to have these problems (as detailed above) and that he wanted to help me get rid of the problems. That wasn’t exactly the answer I’d hoped for. I guess I wanted him to say that he loves me despite of my problems. By telling me he’ll help me get rid of my problems, he sort of says that I’m OK but I should get rid of those problems in order to be loved… that’s how I understood it. But, we talked it thru and it’s good not having any secrets.

St Dymphna – my patron saint

Daughter of a pagan Irish chieftain named Damon, and a beautiful devoted Christian woman whose name has not come down to us. Her mother died when Dymphna was a teenager. Her father searched the Western world for a woman to replace his wife, but none could. Returning home, he saw that his daughter was as beautiful as her mother, and maddened by grief, he made advances on her. She fought him off, then fled to Belgium with Saint Gerebernus, an elderly priest and family friend.

Dymphna’s father searched for them, and his search led to Belgium. There an innkeeper refused to accept his money, knowing it was difficult to exchange. This told Damon that his daughter was close – it would be unusual for a village innkeeper to know a lot about foreign currency, and his knowledge indicated that had recently seen it. The king concentrated his search in the area. When he found them in Gheel, he beheaded Gerebernus, and demanded that Dymphna surrender to him. She refused, and he killed her in a rage.

The site where she died is known for its miraculous healings of the insane and possessed. There is now a well-known institution on the site, and her relics are reported to cure insanity and epilepsy.

Source: The text is quoted from the Patron Saint Index at http://saints.sqpn.com/saintd01.htm 

Jeg er en løgner!

Ah, der var det “sagt”. Jeg har hele mitt liv vært opptatt av å være ærlig og snill og flink og grei – for å bli godt likt. Men nå er jeg en sånn som lyver! 😦 Jeg har dårlig samvittighet, men jeg tenker også at “alle andre gjør det jo, så jeg kan jo også”… ikke bra! Det rare er at jeg er helt rolig når jeg lyver også. Jeg blir ikke stresset eller begynner å svette eller noe… jeg bare sitter der og lyver til folk og føler INGENTING! Hva sier det om meg? Er jeg ond? Slem? Følelsesløs? Er dette psykopatiske trekk? Blir jeg som min far? (Han er vel psykopat, uten at han har fått den diagnosen noen gang) Jeg kan ikke rømme fra løgnen for jeg kan ikke rømme fra meg selv, og jeg kan ikke innrømme den, for da vil hun sikkert ikke ha noe mer med meg å gjøre, eller hun blir sint og skuffet osv. Jeg er voksen – jeg kan jo ikke bare lyve og vente at alle skjønner at jeg lyver… HUFF! 😦2372-007655x_180x125.jpg2372-007655x_180x125.jpg

Nå sist løy jeg til min terapeut om at jeg har sluttet med godteri/trøstespising. Dvs det var hun som sa at “du har jo sluttet med godteri” og jeg sa ingenting for å avkrefte det. Selv om jo, jeg har sluttet, men jeg har begynt på igjen også… jeg har spist godteri daglig siden november/desember i fjor. Da hadde jeg holdt meg unna siden mai 2007. Det er bare legen min som vet om det. Ikke min mann, og ikke terapeuten eller noen andre… Jeg gjemmer vekk posene (f.eks i veska, i strikketøyet, skuffer mannen min ikke åpner, osv.). Hvis det er en dag jeg ikke får spist noe, blir jeg irritert. Jeg finner på at jeg kan dra og handle mat, eller jeg går innom kiosken på postrunden for jobb… Hjemme vil jeg helst sitte i godstolen hvor jeg har et lite lager i strikketøyet som står ved siden av. Hver gang mannen min går fra stua sniker jeg hånda ned og tar opp litt godis. Jeg skal slutte igjen… jeg vet at jeg kan det… men jeg utsetter det… jeg tenker liksom at en ny baby i magen er en enkel slankekur… forrige gang gikk jeg ned over 10 kilo. Denne gangen skal jeg være enda flinkere – og gå ned 15…?! Tenker jeg… og i mellomtiden spiser jeg kanskje 2-300 gram smågodt/sjokolade om dagen…

Men nå har altså terapeuten blitt streng og sagt at hvis ikke jeg begynner å gå ned i vekt (stått stille siden desember – på tross av all godtespisingen!) så må jeg slutte hos henne… hun tipser om lett-produkter osv mens jeg sitter og tenker på hva slags godteri jeg skal kjøpe etterpå… Jeg vet hva vekt-stillstanden skyldes – og jatter med… men, å så dårlig samvittighet når jeg går ut!

Jeg bekjenner/for Gud den allmektige/at jeg har syndet meget/i tanker og ord/gjerninger og forsømmelser/ved min skyld/derfor ber jeg den hellige Jomfru Maria og dere alle/be for meg til Herren vår Gud. (Katolsk syndsbekjennelse)

Burde vel gjort godtespising til et faste-mål, men det gjorde jeg ikke, for jeg ville trøstespise… men, hvis det kommer to streker på testen, da er det stopp!

About halfway in lent, and still keeping my sacrifices…

I know one’s not supposed to brag about fasting, but as this is meant to be a personal blog, I regard it not as bragging, but simply stating the fact that I still manage to keep my sacrifices. I’ve even ended to magazine subscriptions today, as I saw that I don’t have the time to read them. This lenten sacrificing business is making me more satisfied with myself as I put my principles into action. I’ve had all these good principles in my head for some time, but have been rather dissatisfied with my failing to live by them. Lent is therefore a good time to put into action what I’ve been thinking about for some time.

Doing my daily round collecting and sending the mail for my office, I covered my head with a scarf – much like a muslim with some hair showing at my forehead. I did this because of the rain. And did not get any strange looks. It feels so right to cover, so I use every opportunity I’ve got, to do it. But, using a beret when it’s snowing or a scarf in rainy weather doesn’t make me stand out from the rest, and thus no one is able to see that I’m covering for religious reasons. I dream about going to a different town and cover my head just to see how it would be… Maybe on a holiday some time?

I can’t remember if I’ve posted some sort of explanation for my covering conviction? Well, it is according to the Bible. I can’t remember the exact place, but somewhere in the letters, St Paul writes about how a woman is to behave. She should among other things keep her hair long (it is stated that cutting one’s hair is wrong – it is the same as shaving the whole thing off) and to cover her head for the sake of the angels. In order to show that the woman has accepted being subordinated under her husband. Some say that the hair is the cover, but others says that that’s a translation mistake, and the covering should be in addition to the hair. That’s why I want to cover my head. To show that I’m subordinate under God. (The chain or rank of order is God-church-man-woman) Especially when praying I feel a need to bow my head and cover it, I’m talking to/with God! I know for certain that if I was to meet him, I would kneel down and bow my head in His presence. He is the Almighty, the Highest! I’m also trying to oppose to the mainstream thought in the society, that money and glamour and status makes one happy. And that people should be juged by their appearance and not inner qualities. Vain. And finally, in support to the muslim women who wear their hijab according to their religious or cultural beliefs. I can’t believe the Western countries banning hijabs in schools, workplaces and so on. I mean, to the hijabis, going out without that piece of clothing, is as if a non-coverer should stop wearing her trousers or blouse… They feel naked.

I took a pregnancy test today, but it was negative… I know it was too early, but I thought I could feel some of the symptoms known from the last time I was pregnant. That’s some sort of stretching ache very low on both sides of the stomach. But it could also be me wanting them to be the first signs of pregnancy… It could just be some bowel or congestion pains… :-S I must try to be more patient, and wait another week or so before I do more testing…

My lenten sacrifices

Today is day 15 of the lent, and I’m satisfied with the fact that I’ve managed to sacrifice the things I decided upon. But, I have to admit that it’s not always easy. Everyday I’m tempted to break my promises. I need to pray and stay focused. These are the sacrifices I’ll make this lent:

  • No magazine purchases
  • no clothing/accessories purchases
  • no jewelry purchases
  • use as little money as possible on items not considered as necessary (in a rigid sense)

In addition I’m trying to (this is sort of what everyone’s supposed to do in lent)

  • keep my everday eating simple (no cakes etc in weekdays)
  • study the Bible
  • donate money to Caritas
  • eat fish every friday (and of course the fasting of Ashwednesday and Good Friday)

I’m doing this not primarily to please God, but to teach myself a lesson about how having compassion with those less fortunate (moneywise) and about what material goods is neccessary and not, in order to live a good life. It is good for me personally, and it is also sound for the global environment and climate. Even back in the 4 th century, Evagrios of Pontos, made this “recipe” for the good/morally good life: Eat little and simple food, sleep on the ground, get rid of most posessions, live by yourself and talk to no-one. OK, that last advice I’m not thinking about taking up on, but the others – are ever important advices!  

Ticker for my precious ones



Barneombudet og likestillingsministeren

http://www.aftenposten.no/nyheter/iriks/politikk/article2252551.ece – Dette er bare en av mange artikler i medias “kampanje” for å få det nye barneombudet fjernet fra stillingen sin. Ja, for det er jo for galt at Ramin-Osmundsen og Hjorth Kraby kanskje kjenner hverandre!? Sånt kan vi jo ikke ha noe av!

Men, hallo! Det er sånn det fungerer på toppnivå i alle virksomheter, private og offentlige. Man kjenner til noen som passer eller noen man kjenner kjenner noen som passer osv. Burde det ikke heller være en fordel at Ramin-Osmundsen kan gå god for det nye barneombudet? Hun ville vel ikke rekruttert en hun ikke trodde var god nok, uavhengig av om hun kjenner vedkommende eller ikke? Og hvis det nye barneombudet viser seg å være fullstendig inkompetent så har jo likestillingsministeren dummet seg litt ut, kan man si.

Gi barneombudet fred til å gjøre jobben sin, og slutt med den evinnelige personhetsen! Skal media granske noe, så la det være Hjorth Krabys kvalifikasjoner og tidligere arbeid!