Forcing Self Care

258 lbs

*Sunset, Day Eight of Intermittent Fasting*

This morning, self care was the last thing I wanted to do. I just wanted to lay in bed all day and watch other people live productively on YouTube. Or not.

But I had this thought: “I should go to the beach today.” So, still fuzzy from sleeping in late and already feeling the adverse effects of a carbo-licious breakfast, I hopped in the car and got stuck in traffic. Plus, I started feeling cramps in my abdomen area (thanks, Biology). 😉

The cramps got worse and the traffic still crawled, and I was not happy. But we (and by we, I mean my car and I and God) made it to the beach after an hour, and everything was okay. I perused my running plan, checked my watch, and started walking.

Then I ran along the dark coastline, grim from the heavy-laden clouds above. But inside, everything was okay. My cramps were practically gone, and I was exercising. Then, on the way back home, I stopped at a food co-op and bought grass-fed, organic, fresh, raw produce and animal products.

I knew I needed some steak to help “tonify” my blood, as the Chinese would say, so pictured below is the final product of my afternoon foraging. Dark, rich, leafy greens braised in grass-fed organic beef bone broth. Then, grass-fed organic steak. And of course, the organic lactose-free sour cream/organic Dijon mustard sauce. Can’t forget the sauce!

The whole thing, preceded by eggs and cranberries and chocolate and decadent raspberries, some of the best I’ve ever tasted, was AbSoLuTeLy DeLiCiOuS. Savory and creamy and rich and heavy and perfect for a rainy day with cramps.

All this to say: forcing myself to go to the beach today set in motion a healing feast that was hours in the culmination.

Today, I chose well. Thanks, God. 🙂

Here’s to more good choices tomorrow!