I just got back from a nice, peaceful rainy-day walk with the pup. I love how the air feels and smells in the light mist of a rain. My daughter says it smells like the ocean, and it does.
I feel good about the changes I have made and am making in my life. Sometimes I think sick eating is a sign of a sick life. I don't mean that in a judgemental way, but it's certainly been true in my own case. When things are all out of kilter in my relationships or with the way I am handling things in general life, my eating reflects that. Buying and eating ice cream or sugar free cookies is a definite warning signal that something *else* needs my attention. And sticking to my exercise plan or eating a protein-and-veggie rich dinner are signs that my *life* is on a healthy plane. Sure, there are good days and bad, as well as bad moments in a good day. But it's like the state of my house: if you walk in and see clutter, you know something else is going on. If you see me eating more than I should or things that are not best for my body, it's generally due to other *stuff* going on. As someone once said to me, "Face your stuff. Don't stuff your face."
Sometimes all we need to do to *stop the insane eating* is to put the food down and stand up and tackle whatever THING is driving us to eat. It's usually one THING, for me. Some THING I am avoiding dealing with. And it's funny, as soon as I deal with that THING (which looked huge while I was avoiding it but turned out to be kinda small), I immediately walk over and start clearing my clutter, putting things away, creating a neat happy space to be in. And then I make a healthy dinner.
Tonight's dinner will be taco salad made with lean grass fed beef, Romaine, peppers, black olives, salsa, avocado, and any other random veggies I find in the fridge. Looking forward to it!
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