Okay.
This is a rant. Or venting, or gaining perspective, or what-have-you.
I have a co-worker (desk within about 6 feet of mine) who is 1) Very Religious 2) a new adoptive father 3) a successful dieter 4) the office “encourager.â€
On the surface, and probably down deep, he’s a really nice guy. And he doesn’t press his attitude on anyone; he doesn’t try to convert anyone, either to his religion or his diet plan. But every parent stops by and I hear those stories. Sometimes someone calls him and I hear the same stories again. He heads a bible study and I hear those encouraging calls. Every time anyone in the office is dieting they come by and I hear those pep talks. For some people, it’s a daily to weekly session. For months on end. Seriously, one person stops by at least once a week and has done so since they started dieting. In JANUARY. And they’re having great success, in part due to the constant encouragement; they’ve lost 60+ lbs and look great.
Yet for some reason, the constant encouraging on all of these topics is driving me Up The Wall. Why? Why am I bothered by this?
A few days ago I brought in brownies. It was my car’s birthday, I wanted to celebrate. This co-worker (let’s call him Henry) brings in brownies frequently. Not to carp, but his brownies are often unpalatable. They are usually dry and bitter. They have chocolate chips mixed in, like some brownies would have pecans, on the “triple chocolate†theory, which does not work for these brownies. They are topped with their own height in store frosting. I always take one. I seldom eat it.
This “Henry†does take similar office offerings from other people. But seldom-if-ever from me. (I can’t recall any time that he has, but I’m sure it’s happened at some time) And this time, when I specifically offered, he said, oh, he couldn’t, he’s dieting again. HOWEVER, a while back we specifically talked about brownies, I said I had a great recipe and I’d bring them in sometime, and he said great, he looked forward to tasting them.
So. I’m sure he is dieting. And I should be really supportive of his will power, especially since Mom is successfully dieting and I want to pattern myself after a supportive, encouraging person.
Yet, I was really really miffed. I felt slighted; insulted. And I know a lot of it is because I’m so tired of all the happy encouraging. And a lot of it was because I feel my brownies are really superior to his and I wanted to show him up a little and I felt like he’d promised to take a taste. Just a taste. I told him to cut his own sliver; I didn’t want to mess up his diet but wouldn’t he please celebrate with me?
Rant rant rant.
OK. So. This got me thinking about how emotionally tied I am to food gifts. And I got to thinking about how this is a pattern I need to break.
So. MOM. What do you think is at work here? How would I best redirect my emotional attachment to the gifting of food? Why is food and the appreciation of food so blasted emotional anyway?
And why am I so fed up with what is a positive behaviour (the encouraging)?