A considerable factor that has came to my notice: the further away I move from restrictive behaviors,thoughts..the smaller my list of fear foods and rules dwindle to…the more impulsive I am becoming. In recent times; the word “impulsive” was enough to make me quiver. Now? Now I think I’m bordering on reckless. Well in my head anyway. Spur-of-the-moment decisions in going places, eating things, doing things (not dangerous things mind you!). It’s not all good you know; impulse purchases. But we aren’t gathering from all over the world to moan about crazy clothing purchases, are we!?
It was an impulsive move to join on my part; as I sat down to breakfast on Monday morning – cold and hungry on my return indoors from a few minutes of outdoor chores – and I swear at that moment there was nothing more beautiful than this
With black coffee on the side. Eaten in my -fluffy- pj’s (clearly), in bed. Because..do you suggest a better way??
So despite my cynical view on oil pulling, curiosity got the better of me and after my first trial on Sunday morning, I’m playing around with a mouthful of coconut oil every morning since. That initial blob of globiness panics me slightly, but as it melts its kinda fun! The fascinating thing is: After 20 min. swishing coconut oil, I legit want to puke when opening the jar to add in a spoonful to my oatmeal. So I’ve been omitting that addition for now.
To munch away on while working at the office I packed up…
On the weekend I was hit with a humongously huge craving for a deep chocolate baked good while dwelling in a house without chocolate chips. Oh what to do..it was quite insane really. Deeep breaths..then on an impulse I winged it sans chocolate chips. While I would not choose chip-less over chips; they turned out good enough for me to be enjoying them every day as the craving hits. The sight of a pile of paperwork work up my appetite something shocking.
When lunch time rolled around my brain had two words hovering inside: grilled cheese
As luck would have it I would forget to snap a photo, so I require you to use your imagination in replacing that pretty handful of veggies with a few florets of sad, soggy, overcooked broccoli. But leave that… I am undeniably, totally hooked on bread and cheese as off recently. If the two does not make an honorable appearance in some way on any given day; I am positively pining away for it the next.
A while later I wanted to get a little
daydreaming walking in, but I felt all sorts of fluttery and unfocused. I was aware of a gap in the tummy, inquiring for dessert. So on an impulse..pre-walk fuel
I was forever under the impression I didn’t like this strange dessert that Mum whips up. Until I actually tasted the “strange dessert” that is. Butter, sugar, flour, eggs..hard to find a dessert that I completely dislike.
In the midst of an absolutely crazy evening, dinner
Monday was a sad day of veggies indeed. Not only was I lacking, but the minuscule amount that entered my bloodstream was practically destroyed. The cruciferous blighters actually dissolved into ashes on my tongue. Eek.On busy days I seem to expect my veggies to cook themselves to the perfect degree while I politely get carried away with matters.
On another note, I have finally come to an understanding that I am a creature that does both dinner and supper every day
Amusing how I have never burnt my beloved oatmeal…yet. And is anyone with me on oatmeal being one of those foods that give an internal hug after a tiring day, sort of helping wind down for the night.
That said, I find myself venturing to the kitchen for a little something just before brushing my teeth before bed – to count as a lullaby: a chunk of garlic bread. Imagination peeps!..buttery, salty, garlicky..crispy outside, doughy within..with all the power of a sleeping pill and none of those nasty side effects 😉 !