You know those mobster movies where some schmo is getting in the way of the organization’s operations and the head honcho gives the nod to a henchman and says, “Take care of it”?
The next scene usually shows Schmo floating to the bottom of the river with a cinder block tied to his ankles.
That’s what I think of when people say something like, “I’m so stressed out/not feeling well today. I’m going to go home and take care of myself.” I always wonder what, exactly, they mean by that.
Are they actually going to take care of themselves, or is this code for “I need comfort, so I’m going to go kill myself slowly by eating an entire chocolate cake”?
I know this is a thing, because I used to do it. Any heightened emotion (positive or negative) made me crave junk food, and I would convince myself that I was taking care of myself by having a treat.
Treating oneself is reasonable, but splurging on something that you know you’re allergic or sensitive to or splurging to a harmful degree (even on healthy food) is unreasonable. This is not a true exhibition of self-love.
I finally stopped when I had damaged my body to the point that the reactions to certain foods (such as nightshades) became so severe that it was no longer a “treat” but more like “torture”.
And I’ve done this with other things. “I’m not going to walk today because I’m not feeling well, and I need to rest.” Which is perfectly valid – until I use that excuse so many times that I sabotage my self-care walking routine.
I haven’t taken a poll or done any clinical research, but this seems to be a pretty common thing. We humans habitually turn self-care into self-destruction. Why?
I don’t have an answer to that, but now that I’m conscious of the fact that I do this, I’ve become much better at figuring out when I’m actually taking care of myself and when I’m about to send myself swimming with the fishes.
I encourage you to pay attention to what you do the next time you set aside time for self-care. Is it a restorative slice of self-indulgence? Or the entire fatal hedonistic pie?