Habits vs Listening to your body come from a witchcraft tradition that speaks to individual parts of ourself as well as works to integrate and have them work together.
I’m not saying if you don’t have this, you’re doing it wrong. I don’t have your answer. I’m only seeking mine and hoping it will inspire thou ti listen for yours.
One of the ways I do this is to slow down and observe rather than participate. That’s basically the first step to most meditation.. You pull back from the outside stimulus, to find your inner chatter. Then you begin to create space so you can observe rather than participate in it. When your mind wandered off while thou intended to focus on something else? That. When you find yourself in the grips of an emotional response or reaction to previous outside stimulus (“I should have said this!”)… yeah that.
I know I need to meditate and gather more space when I begin chewing over things in my head.
Have you ever ridden a horse? Powerful, opinionated, and honest creatures. They can sense when you have no idea what you’re doing. They’ll gather the bit in their teeth and dip their heads, checking the reins. Hey! Who’s steering? They ask.
When our thoughts run rampant and take us galloping along with them, you are not the one steering.
Habits, past behaviors nearly on autopilot can do the same thing. So can past trauma and things that were once appropriate who are no longer needful. They aren’t evil. They aren’t a villain to be defeated. They want to know. Who’s driving? Where are we going? Here’s what I’ve always done. The familiar feels better, less risky than the unknown. Let’s keep going that way.
My food tracking revealed a several-time-a-week dessert that is over 1000 calories a pop. Whoah.
It isn’t evil. It isn’t a bad food.
But is it worth it?
Somedays the answer is yes.
Today I finished lunch, felt how full and physically satisfied I was but noticed I still had the urge for it.
Why? Did it sound good?
I visualized myself eating it, and actually felt sick to my stomach. “I’m stuffed!” My body said. “Not another bite!”
The urge remained.
I held the space between urge and action, gathered through frequent meditation. Not long, 10 mins max a day. But it held the line.
Turns out, it’s a habit, not a desire.
I feel like this is an important distinction.
This discernment is from my Craft, not the scale. This honoring and not belittling either if from my meditation, not passively watching a YouTube video.
This space, that requests I pause, decline the dessert during my work day, is a gentle pat and a firm hold on the reins.
If I want this dessert in a few hours when I am no longer full, I can certainly have it.
But the habit is a hollow shell of neural networks that can change. Because I’ve changed.
And so can you.