Cooking Your Health
Being in business for myself and being passionate about what I do, devoting most of my time to it, I found myself the other day really tired, and as much as I wanted to keep focusing on my project, I couldn’t gather the energy to do it. So I took a short break, away from my desk, and any other distractions, to be able to pull in and relax. I sat down on my couch, and petting my cat, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes…
I was feeling a little unsettled so I began to wondered what was it that I really needed?
Asking myself that question, various things started to run through my head. Like a knee jerk reaction, the first thing that popped out one was going to the store for my favorite piece of chocolate cake. Mind you it was 9 pm and I would have been out of the door in 5 minutes to get it, but not tonight. I was wiped out. Realizing I am too comfortable on my couch, I gave it some more thought.
Looking up in the air as if I was remembering some fond memories, I pondered hot cocoa with buttered toast, chocolate pudding, rice pudding, looking for a substitute. They all sounded good, and I took my time with each one, with my eyes closed, remembering the smell, the texture, and how I would feel after eating it… and to my surprise, neither felt right. They were all so familiar to me… tools that I have used to get me through the next thing I needed to do, bring me some feeling of comfort, shuffling them around, not giving it too much thought.
And as I was sitting there looking for that “it”, I started to get deeper and deeper into the moment, feeling my sweet cat curled up against me… how its soft fur felt against my hand, how I could actually feel him purring, sending a deep toned vibration up through my arm… It was so quiet in my house.
My attention then gently turned onto my body, observing it from the distance I started noticing my breath expanding my belly, moving into my chest. Placing my hand on my belly I stayed there with it for a while, with my eyes closed, breathing, letting it happen, observing it, going back to the surrounding sounds, the air in the room, the noises outside, then back to me breathing in that space, being part of it… it felt a different kind of comfortable. I felt nourished, and full of something I have been craving for some time and didn’t even notice.
My chocolate cake that evening was slowing down, allowing time for myself, time with myself… and it felt wonderful.
If this story rings true to you, please share with me what does you body/soul really need to feel fulfilled, and what is one step you can do to get there.
Take care of yourself,
Andreea
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