A great athletic therapist I’ve seen once suggested that when my body speaks and asks for nourishment, and my mind rebels- when there is that tug-of-war between my heart and head- she suggested observing my body and reacting with compassion.
She suggested that I respond by taking a second (like when I hear hunger strike at a “non-delegated meal time”) and responding with semi-exasperated albeit compassionate communication: “fineeee, body, OK, body.” (Minor eye roll)
That helped me put it into perspective, minimizing the struggle of “letting go”. As if it’s some kind of competition and instead of letting my mind “lose”, I just let the body be and surrender.
This helped me when I woke up at 3am famished and didn’t feel like a snack to tide me over- bitchwantedbreakfast…so:
I ate: very unphotogenic smoothie so I deleted it.
And then after I did my ride, I lay down for a bit. But was hungry for “lunch”(?????) at like 9!?
I guess this is like the “pre-elevensies”…
So that little sentence helps.
I have a job interview today at a fruit market, that’ll be sweet because I am so needing work.
And probs camping next week in boonies for peace.