To live remains an art which everyone must learn, and which no one can teach. ~Havelock Ellis
L's kitchen is still being renovated. So we are still cruising around the local joints and I'm still writing yelp reviews. We're now at the point where eating out has lost its novelty and we talk about cooking at home and how I feel sick from all the processed food...like a giant bloated yellow tick.
Some places we visit help alleviate the flavor distress, others expand the discomfort.
For me, running is a daily act of worship--it's difficult to explain, but as Olympic champion and martyr Eric Liddel once stated, "when I run...I sense [God's] pleasure." I tend to just say, running is my way of "keeping the blood off the walls" (I'm prone to hyperbole). Eating out three meals a day, combined with a ripped contact and the wrong prescription glasses have taken its toll on my routine, my pace, my ambition.
In other words, my hunger. It's not that I'm satisfied, it's that now I feel sick all the time. I feel nauseous and tense. I broke down this morning, put my whole, albeit old left contact and my ripped right contact in and ran--the first real run since my 7 mile Sunday morning run. After 3.5 miles I almost puked, but I felt free.
Life is about choices; and the choices we make impact the way we live. Sometimes it's complex and complicated--such as relationships and "milestone" decisions. Other times, it's as simple as what we choose to eat. What we feel we deserve to eat--healthy or otherwise, what we feel like we need to eat, and how those choices influence how we feel, how we act, is clear.
It's easy to think the convenient choice is the best choice. But sometimes, making a decision is like cooking--it takes a little time and consideration; and while it often feels final, it's really not, it's just a turning point.
In other words, my hunger. It's not that I'm satisfied, it's that now I feel sick all the time. I feel nauseous and tense. I broke down this morning, put my whole, albeit old left contact and my ripped right contact in and ran--the first real run since my 7 mile Sunday morning run. After 3.5 miles I almost puked, but I felt free.
Life is about choices; and the choices we make impact the way we live. Sometimes it's complex and complicated--such as relationships and "milestone" decisions. Other times, it's as simple as what we choose to eat. What we feel we deserve to eat--healthy or otherwise, what we feel like we need to eat, and how those choices influence how we feel, how we act, is clear.
It's easy to think the convenient choice is the best choice. But sometimes, making a decision is like cooking--it takes a little time and consideration; and while it often feels final, it's really not, it's just a turning point.
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