Good Morning and Happy Monday – quite honestly, my favorite time of the week.
For today’s Monday Morning Musing, I want to cover a few things: the intention I have set over my food and how I have been celebrating the holiday weekend.
First let’s chat about my intention I have been setting with food lately. I have an inner dialogue with myself before attending a party or meeting someone for dinner. I check in prior and ask a few questions: Is it time to be strict? Is it time to let loose? What do you want to indulge and what you don’t you want to indulge in?
This line of questioning keeps me mindful of my eating habits which in turn helps me stay connected to my eating. Once I assess what kind of perspective I want to bring to a party or dinner, I can then follow through.
For example, there was a party at my dad’s house yesterday. Usually, I let all guards down and eat until I am on the floor stuffed. This time I decided that I would treat myself – I had some cheese and crackers and chocolate cake – but that I wouldn’t go crazy and knock down the dam.
This intention allowed me to indulge and enjoy the food I was eating but to not over do it and place myself in a food coma. I left feeling good – I had eaten decadent food but lose all sense of self-control.
ALSO, chewing slowly is a lifesaver. I have seriously implemented this into my life since attending the Cravings & Connections support group which you can read about here. I enjoy my food more and eat less. Win-win.
Ok, moving on! It’s the holiday weekend which means parties and festivities. My friend from high school is in town so it has been a fun reunion of sorts. A bunch of my girlfriends from childhood got together, ate dinner, and drank rose. If you watched my Instagram story Saturday night, you got to witness a bunch of silly shenanigans (think a boob cake, some polaroids, and a photoshoot with pink roses).
Sometimes, all you need is to be reunited with childhood girlfriends to remind you of your roots and what it means to have real love in your life.
When it comes to the holiday weekend, I usually opt out of celebrating. I dislike large crowds and difficult parking situations. Getting stuck in a crowded place – like the beach or a firework zone – fills me with a sense of claustrophobia. I prefer a more low-key method of celebrating – an intimate house party for example. Anyone else relating? While the holiday weekend is great, I prefer to stay in for the big shebang.
This year for the actual Fourth of July I will be on a plane with Adam en route to Honolulu, Hawaii.
With that, I hope you all have a celebratory Fourth of July! Sometimes I am proud to be an American, sometimes I am not. Either way, we are all in this together. Emphasis on the ALL.
Stay safe, stay joyous.