I was on my way out the door when I realized that I hadn't eaten lunch and should probably eat before I left the house. I took the leftover stir fry from the fridge, grabbed a fork and plopped down on the couch to eat it.
I took 3 or 4 bites before I realized what I was doing. Is this really what I want to feed my body? Does it even taste good? When I tuned in, I tasted the cold vegetables that were a little too slimy from the congealed oil and the chicken that had dried out and lost it's flavor. Why was I shoveling this 2nd rate food into my mouth instead of honoring my body as a temple and feeding it something luscious and nourishing?
I made the decision to take an extra few minutes to find out what I was actually hungry for. When I asked myself if I was actually even hungry, I realized that I was only eating as a preemptive measure. I would probably be hungry later and might not be in a place where I could find food, so I better eat while I could. This was such automatic thinking and came from years of feeling deprived or afraid that I wouldn't be taken care of.
The truth is that I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself and giving my body EXACTLY what it needs. Phoenix has an abundance of restaurants to choose from, and I can trust that I will find something luscious and nourishing when I am ready.
What my mind often thinks my body wants:
- Something quick that I can eat mindlessly
- Something greasy, extra salty or extra sugary
- Something that will fill me up quickly
- Something that feels like Mommy taking care of me (i.e. mac n' cheese)
- Something infused with love (takes at least a little time to prepare)
- Something colorful and pleasing to the eye
- Something fresh and alive with enzymes
- Something that leaves me feeling satisfied and not stuffed
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