I know, I skipped a few days. I wrote them in my journal, and rather than continuing to put off posting again until I have the energy and interest to type them up, I am going to skip to today’s entry, to real-time.
I have started going to bed or laying down whenever I find myself wondering if I am hungry or not. Cuddled cozily under my down comforter, between my flannel sheets, I feel safe. Any phantom hunger pangs brought on by anxiety or boredom or other emotional or mental disturbances seem to float away when I give myself permission to take complete and utter care of myself. Then, from the depths of my downy nest, I can tune into my body and ask it what it wants. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Tired? Would you really just love a nap and that is why you are reaching for the jar of nuts, or the leftover birthday cake?”
Post nap, I check in with my belly again and can very clearly feel that, yes, I am hungry! It is such a victory to be able to sense and know for sure that I am hungry. My body wants food. After many years of using and confusing all sorts of other cues with physical hunger for food, I am beginning to recognize and distinguish this feeling again. There is no doubt in my mind or in my grumbling tummy. It’s time for lunch. So that is what I shall give it!
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It’s the first day of my moon time today, the beginning of my womanly cycle and I find myself craving rest and comfort. After lunch, I sit at the table and read one of my favorite cookbooks for a while, The Healthy Hedonist by Myra Kornfeld, and then I acknowledge that really all I want to do is go back to bed.
There is nothing like sitting in the sun on a Saturday afternoon, sipping a cup of turmeric tea (my new favorite hot drink, aka, “Creamy Mug of Warming Deliciousness”), and then crawling into bed to take an afternoon nap. Especially a second afternoon nap.
My body speaks... 