Saturday, December 3, 2011

A Moment On the Lips... (Or Why I Love Taste)

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.          

1 comment:

  1. Classy site. I really liked the imagery of a sun-drenched day.

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