Day 18 – Loving food and sleep

Kale is everywhere.  Where did it come from?  I believe that I can live a spectacularly healthy life with out Kale.  And with gluten, by the way.  I like to tell folks that I am allergic to gluten free things.  Not that I have some high pedestal from which to look down on food fads.  One month during my Junior Year of High School I was on a diet which only allowed me to eat hard boiled eggs and grapefruit.  Another was just bananas – the fruit, not the insanity.  

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The point being this – now that I am practicing the belief that my body is lovable and worth caring for, I am eating a little differently.  It’s subtle, but now I choose my foods based on the emotion I feel when choosing the food – you could call it a “gut feeling”.   I can’t see where it’s going because I’ve never been there.  I anticipate a new world to appreciate.  

I need to get to bed now.  Honoring the sleep impulse as well!

It’s the morning of Day 19, but I am adding a little to this post from yesterday.  Because I literally fell asleep while writing so I needed to clean up the last part there, and add that today I will practice tuning to my emotions before making decisions about eating or anything else, thus allowing myself to be guided to the path of good.  

Day 12 – I make stuff up

images-3Yep, I do.  I make stuff up.  Sometimes in my relationships with people, specifically male people (I’m a straight female), I make up stuff that makes me feel bad.  (I feel a 30-days to loving myself in relationships blog coming…).  But for now, I am just using that as a contrast to what I’m practicing with my current blog – making up good shit about my body.  Oops, I will go back to using the word stuff but you can read it how you like.  I learned several years ago that I might as well use this imagination of mine to make up good stuff.  It’s not always easy, though, with every topic.  “A belief is just a thought you keep thinking”, says Abraham-Hicks.  I had to break through this wall of beliefs that I made concerning my body and  my worthiness and open it up a crack.  Through that crack, the new stories could grow. 

So here’s some stories I make up…All food is equally good for me.  My mind shapes my body.  It is healthier for me to eat what I want than to follow someone else’s “healthy eating” rules.  When I am in alignment with source, I know exactly what to eat, how to eat, how to move, and I also love purely.  I imagine that some of you are thinking – oh boy, she is in a fantasy world.  She’s probably gonna die soon with that kind of storytelling!  

If you are a fearless reader of this blog, however, you can probably get yourself to agree with my reality which is that these stories are much healthier than my old stories.  I’ve already been eating whatever I like, and shaping my body with my thoughts, all the while pretending to be following the “rules” or thinking of myself as a bad girl for not following.  I would place a large wager on the likelihood of my health improving with these new stories.  

Tonight for the first time in 12 days I overate – meaning that my stomach is overfull and I’m uncomfortable.  I have never been able to will myself to avoid overeating for more than one or two meals.  My new stories just made it the easy thing.   And overeating tonight is  quite alright.  I spilled some milk too.  Not crying!

And I'm still that cute!