Nourishment
I’ve been looking at a blank page trying to think of something to draw that represents this week’s topic for Illustration Friday, “Nourishment.†I guess I’ll just have to paint with words.
Sometimes I eat when I’m not hungry. I eat because it’s the prescribed meal time. I eat because I’m scared of getting too hungry. I eat because I’m sad or happy or some other emotion that is wholly disconnected from hunger. It makes me think that the food that I’m eating is feeding something other than my body. How can I feed it without abusing my body?
Sure, I keep an eye on nutrition to deflect the damage, but almost every bit of food that passes my lips is feeding something other than my body. What is it? Is there something else I can give it instead of food?
I don’t want to believe it is a demon inside of me. It doesn’t feel like a demon that needs to be fought or a dragon that needs to be slain. I think it’s something closer to a wounded animal that always eats everything you give it because it knows that tomorrow there may be no food.
I was starved every summer by my grandmother. Could it be that this thing inside of me screaming to be fed is my inner child? She was told she was fat so many times that she believed it. Fat people eat all the time, don’t they? Fat people eat whatever they want whenever they want, right?
Well, no… When I was fat, I was always on a diet. I was either on a diet or a post-diet binge. I never just ate whatever I felt like. I ate according to “The Rules†or I ate against “The Rules.†Worse still, “The Rules†changed for each diet, but they were always basically the same. Even now, I’m eating according to “The Rules.†I’ve just figured out how to keep that little girl inside me full.
So, what’s the answer? How do I eat for nourishment instead of eating for this damaged child? What else could I give her that would heal her? What does she need?
Buy Walking Videos
I’m beginning to think that health magazines are all screwed up. It seems like all the advice from the health and fitness magazines is all off center. The only thing I can blame it on is myopia. It’s like the health and fitness magazines have no idea what living in the United States is like. Our media has no concept of the nation. They only know NYC and L.A.
Just when my day couldn’t get any better, Sinistar gives me the best news!!!
The only way to learn how to run faster is to run faster. There is no other way around it. You can talk about lactate thresholds and VO2 Max all you want, but you won’t get any faster unless you practice running faster.
There are risks with every pain reliever that is available in the drug store. Most of us are too busy trying to open the bottle to actually read about the risks, but this article explains them nicely.
I saw the sweetener at Wild Oats. It was in a bright green box and cost a whopping 25 bucks, but I thought I would try it. It’s supposed to be natural, right? It tasted good. It only took a tiny amount to sweeten my herbal tea. I was happy with it and didn’t think much about the reason it was marketed as an herbal supplement instead of a sweetener.
I enjoyed a