One of the principles that has allowed me to enjoy the benefits of losing 47 lbs came from my wife’s Weight Watchers group. They ask their participants to write down every thing they eat BEFORE they put it in their mouth. “Write it before you bite it” is the motto. It is amazing how much we eat without even thinking. Try to remember what you ate yesterday. I guarantee that unless you wrote it down, your estimate will be way less than you actually ate. When we “write it before we bite it” it allows us to make a judgment call on both the consequences and the benefits of what we are about to consume.
That got me thinking.
Have you ever made the following promise to God or to yourself? “I’m never going to do ‘THAT’ again!” Fill in your own blank for the word “THAT.” Many of us make that promise over and over. Eventually we grow discouraged and become resigned to doing “THAT” for the rest of our lives.
Such behavior focuses on the problem rather than the solution. As a result whatever “THAT” is, becomes our master. We become prisoners of the very “THATS” we yearn to avoid.
A college professor taught me how to change my focus and make positive changes in my life. He called the lesson “The Brass Monkey Principle.”
Recently I saw a painting of an eagle. He was launching himself from his perch, his eyes intently focused on something I could not see. Every thing about him was fierce. I thought of how rare that kind of intensity is in our culture today.
A recent article by David Burns in Psych Central identified the top ten types of “Stinkin Thinkin;” negative ways of thinking about ourselves that diminish the quality and potential of our lives. I was astounded to discover that I have occasionally entertained some of these destructive thoughts.
It was refreshing and helpful to see them identified. Out in the open, these patterns of thought can be recognized and more effectively dealt with. Here are four of the top ten types of “Stinkin Thinkin” and how I am resolving to eliminate them from my thought process. See if you recognize any of them.
Last month I attended my 50 year class reunion.
Cotton High School. Class of 1946.
It was a highlight of my year. I came away with some valuable insights I wish I had learned long ago.