No, I am not talking about the breathe before a kiss but about the breathe-taking bliss captured in morsels melting like ice-cream on a sun-drenched day. The sweetest thing about food is that it was my first love. Long before I set eyes on my mother, I was fed to grow, to multiply my size for survival. My tongued-cradled love for taste soon became a Freud fetish. A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.
These past years have been more challenging for me in part because I am a full size 16. Today, through my blog, I want to share my path back to the road less travelled. And that road is a more narrow, healthy one to be sure. I would be more comfortable in my skin had I known the layers underneath it were built upon a sensible diet. Not so. I eat large portions rather than quality. I think about food a lot because such pleasurable fixations stimulate my brain. This makes me more action-lazy than anything. I find myself wondering what I would be able to accomplish if my thoughts were not so taken.
Well, now I do not have to wonder but appreciate that I am doing something to change my poor eating habits. Through my blog, I want to live as proof that fitness success is a daily habit and nothing else. I have lost eight pounds since changing my optic: I no longer want to personify an overfed ostrich.
Alright, I am off to do something right with my day by going to the gym (elliptical is my favorite rhythm). Who I am, why I am here and all that I know I can be tell me that the now is the time.
To Health,
Snow Blossom.
These past years have been more challenging for me in part because I am a full size 16. Today, through my blog, I want to share my path back to the road less travelled. And that road is a more narrow, healthy one to be sure. I would be more comfortable in my skin had I known the layers underneath it were built upon a sensible diet. Not so. I eat large portions rather than quality. I think about food a lot because such pleasurable fixations stimulate my brain. This makes me more action-lazy than anything. I find myself wondering what I would be able to accomplish if my thoughts were not so taken.
Well, now I do not have to wonder but appreciate that I am doing something to change my poor eating habits. Through my blog, I want to live as proof that fitness success is a daily habit and nothing else. I have lost eight pounds since changing my optic: I no longer want to personify an overfed ostrich.
Alright, I am off to do something right with my day by going to the gym (elliptical is my favorite rhythm). Who I am, why I am here and all that I know I can be tell me that the now is the time.
To Health,
Snow Blossom.
Classy site. I really liked the imagery of a sun-drenched day.
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