Things People Say: "Don't Pick Your Nose"

Warning: This post might prove too much to the squeamish. Feel free to move on if that's you.

For the first time that I know of, today when I wasn't around, someone told Mal not to pick his nose.

I do not understand why adults tell kids not to pick their noses.

No, really. Hear me out...

Why *do* adults tell children not to pick their noses? My guess is because it's kind of gross. You know what else is gross? Poop. In fact, I'll go out on a limb to say that feces is even more offensive than the non-Newtonian gel that people have in their nasal passages.

However, we seem to have more patience with developmental stages when it comes to poop than when it comes to boogers.

When a kid is small, they poop indiscriminately wherever they are. No one tells a kid, or any human, really, "Don't poop! It's disgusting!" So we understand that this is a natural, biological activity, and rather than try foolishly to stop it, we help our kids learn the appropriate manner of dealing with their bowel movements.

Why can't we be bothered to do this with nose-picking?

My child, at 3, does not understand the physics of nose-blowing. Until recently, if you gave him a tissue and asked him to blow, he'd hold the tissue up to his nose and make a protracted "ffff" sound with his mouth. Now, he gets that it's pushing air out his nose, but he doesn't have the force or even understand the intention, no matter how I might explain it to him. He'll get there. It's a process.

So if someone sees a kid picking their nose, and it offends the adult's sensibilities: First, if it's not your kid or a kid for whom you are responsible, I'd say just look away and think about something else. If it's a child in your charge, you can do a couple of useful things: 1) Offer a tissue for wiping rather than risk the extricated object ending up in some random place to be discovered later. 2) Provide a wet wipe or take the kid to wash his hands when he's done.

It makes no sense to insist someone stop something that is natural and that relieves discomfort; instead, let's help teach them a more discreet and hygienic way of handling the situation. Also, regardless of how old we are, there are times when stuff is just jammed up there and has to be managed digitally rather than with the force of expelled air. So telling a kid not to pick their nose is incredibly hypocritical.

I don't want people to be ashamed of any of their bodily functions. We've been so for many years, and it's ridiculous. People fart. Women bleed. And sometimes, we need to get some crud out of our noses so we can breathe better.

Be helpful, not unreasonably demanding, 'kay?

Things People Say #1: "She's Really Let Herself Go"

There are a lot of things that people say that make no sense to me. Either they're vapid to the point of being meaningless or they're rude and unhelpful, or they seem duplicitous, or some other thing that just sticks in my craw. I'm going to do several posts about these, and this is the first. If you have any thoughts, or any phrases that similarly bother you, please leave a comment and let me know.

The first one I want to take a look at is "letting yourself go." In the title, I used the feminine pronoun because, honestly, this is the one I hear levied the most. It typically refers to a female who perhaps used to be more conventionally "attractive" than she is now, whether it's because of hair color and style or weight or clothings choices. And when this woman is seen after a few years, whether it's an actor who's been quietly living for decades or an old church friend someone sees at the grocery store, some people will either say out loud (or in website comments) or think to themselves, "Man! She's really let herself go!"

Besides my basic belief that no one should feel comfortable judging the appearance of another person negatively at any rate, this line of thought bothers me because it makes a false assumption: That the lady in question used to care enough about herself to "take care" of herself, and now, through whatever life changes that have happened, she has apparently become lackadaisical about it and has just gotten uglier and let everyone down.

That is utter bullcrap, friends.

If you've followed me for long, or if you've known me for many years, you probably realize that my weight has fluctuated a lot during my life, mostly resting on the "higher than I'd prefer" end of the scale, but with three very dramatic weight loss events during my 20s and early 30s. If you met me when I was 26 and then didn't see me again until now, you might be tempted to think, "Geez. After she had kids, she really let herself go!"

But you'd totally miss the point.

I let go of stuff, but not of my self-care, self-esteem, or respect for my husband and family.

See, to maintain a weight that is below the level deemed by the medical community to be "overweight," food and exercise has to be the main focus of my life. I have to plan what to eat, buy those things, eat different food than my family does, track every single thing I put in my mouth, refuse random bites of food my toddler wants to share with me, spend lots of time fantasizing about the next time I "can" eat, puzzle how to consume the most amount of food with the fewest total calories, etc. I also have to take at least 90 minutes every other day to do strenuous exercise outside of the normal rhythm of my life.

For 20+ years, I worked out every other day, save about 3 months when I lived in a travel trailer in my mid-20s. I either did a combination of the Jane Fonda 1980s and Dolph Lungren 1990s workouts, or I went to the gym. Save Zumba, I never enjoyed a minute of it. I thought it was cool when I could run 5 miles (at 195 pounds, by the way), but I HATED running. I was proud of how many sit-ups I could do with no one holding my legs, but I never enjoyed the actual sit-up part. I dreaded working out, even when I did it at home while watching television.

I did both of these regimens because society, and in a couple of cases, people near and dear to me, told me that being big is gross, unlovable, and shameful. My natural base weight wasn't good enough. It had to be lower. And I took the message so seriously that no matter what I weighed, I never felt great about it. I never looked at the scale and went, "That's it, then. I made it!"

But even if I had, there's this myth in weight loss. It's called "maintenance." It's the idea that you have to work really hard to lose weight, but once you get it off, you transition to an easier phase where you just have to maintain that weight.

Actually, maintaining your lower weight is much more difficult than losing it. You can eat fewer calories, and you have to work out harder, especially if your work-out uses your own weight, ironically making the work-out easier once you don't weigh as much.

It requires a huge amount of energy: physical, emotional, and mental.

And for this chick, it just stopped being worth it.

I want to play with my kid instead of insisting on an early bedtime so I can get my work-out done. I want to eat when we go out for ice cream. I don't want to have to pull out my phone every time I eat a grape lest I forget to log it.

We eat mostly vegetarian meals, whole grains, and the like; and I get quite a bit of naturally-occurring exercise keeping up with my preschooler. It's not sustained target heart rate for fat-burning, but my body does what I want it to do and is quite reliable

If someone sees me and thinks less of me because I am not sad enough about not having worn a size 12 in 5 years, then they have it backwards. My life is fuller and happier and better now. I let go, yes, but not of my self-care or self-view. I let go of some vanity, and of requiring an approving eye to make me feel worthy of love. I let go of spending time doing something I found drudgery because I decided you don't make someone you love do stuff that sucks the life out of them.

I'll admit: a big part of this freedom to me has been living with someone who loves me unconditionally. Not being afraid that I'm going to lose the affection of the person most important to me in the world goes a long way toward giving me permission to be myself and feel comfortable about it.

So maybe your reacting negatively to your high school sweetheart's letting her hair go grey or stopping wearing heels says more about you and your need for an attitude adjustment than with her mental or physical well-being.

Maybe "letting go" isn't about not caring, but about caring for more important things. Maybe it's maturity and priorities and contentment. Maybe, instead of judgement, congratulations are in order.