He was hungry-hungry, and so while we were watching MILK (awesome movie!) he made a toasted cheese and tomato sandwich, using Trade Joe’s Tuscana bread, real Swiss cheese (not the low-fat kind I usually have) and fresh tomato. He offered me a bite, and it was delicious.
I didn’t say anything about wanting one, but he could see I enjoyed it. And knowing me, he knew I wouldn’t want a full sandwich myself.
So a few minutes later, he came out of the kitchen with a mini version of this delicious sandwich for me, and a regular sized second one for him.
I gave it a split second of thought, and devoured it, savoring every bite.Now, this little dittie probably sounds silly to anyone else, but for me, this was huge.
You see, technically, I had no Points left. And technically, I wasn’t very hungry. Technically, I didn’t “need it.”
But, given my track record of being a total control freak when it comes to food, it’s certainly not every day my husband brings me a toasted cheese sandwich … so I embraced it.
And you know what? It was worth that moment of pleasure. And because it was made with real, full-fat ingredients, I didn’t need more. I felt satisfied, content.
Then Sunday, my Polar F6 heart rate monitor—which has been with me since November 1, 2007 – died on me at the gym. It’s been on the fritz for months, and I haven’t wanted to admit it.
But instead of freaking out that I might not know the exact numbers (something I would have done a year or so ago), I continued my workout, knowing the approximate “value” of my workout was just fine.
This weekend is a good precursor for me, since I’m going home to NJ for a wedding and to visit my family this coming week (Wed-Sun) and will have to be flexible with respect to food and exercise.
(Unfortunately, I have to go solo—my husband is traveling for business through Wed. and then he has his school externship the rest of the week, so going home solo is one of the sacrifices we need to make with him working full time and in business school. Sigh …!)
Times when I am out of my comfort zone, I’m forced to get comfortable in situations that would have otherwise made me uncomfortable. As a result, I consider these moments progress … and very, very necessary for growth.
How about you? Have you had one of those moments of clarity recently where you were able to put food/exercise issues on the back burner in favor of just living in the moment?