Well. I love food. Not in a maniacal way, but if something tastes nice I fully appreciate it. Sometimes, too much.
I was just walking to our next session, after a predominantly processing day, and realised how heavy I feel today. I haven’t overeaten. Eggs and bread with fruit for breakfast, and a creamy mushroom fettuccine for lunch. A little while ago I had an orange. That’s it.
And, I feel heavy.
It’s the carbs. I’m convinced.
At home I have banned pasta. Here, unfortunately, as a vegetarian, I am at the mercy of others 😉. I have had a fair few meals with pasta. They have been nice tasting, but I have felt that my nutritional needs were not fully being met.
Courageously, yesterday, at lunch after another bowl of pasta, I asked what had been planned for dinner for the vegetarians. I was informed that it was a creamy mushroom pasta. I asked if it would be possible to ask the chef to make something vegetable based with protein. Yes.
Dinner was gorgeous. A roasted half capsicum filled with beans and quinoa on a bed of vegetables.
Best. Meal. Ever.
My body started to feel nourished and alive as the food and its nutrients were absorbed.
I went to the chef and thanked him with extreme gratitude.
What did I learn?
I am worth asking for what I need. I am worthy of nutritional foods. I am worthy …