Today it was one of those days. On the surface, it was a day just like any other and yet when I came home I skipped my workout and decided to have a date with my fridge. If the fridge had eyes and a voice, it would probably welcome me with a sarcastic- here again?After forty years on Earth, I am baffled at my ability to repeat the same scenario. As Einstein put it:
“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.”
It is stupid, indeed, but I won’t be so hard on myself: I have learnt from this. From the comfortable position of my couch, after overindulging in all my favorite treats, I can share this piece of wisdom with you: a binge* is only a message.
I guess I spent the day running on empty. At a conscious or subconscious level I may have noticed the gas light went on, but I kept on driving. Once I got home, however, the engine shut down: I had no excuse to ignore the bundle of emotions that had been simmering inside me all day long.
In a more self-actualized version of myself I would go meditate, but I am still at the stage where I go for immediate gratification and it is ok. I have to admit chocolate has been doing a pretty good job so far and it gives me good food for thought- no pun intended.
So now, I skip the guilt trip and I just listen to what the fridge has to say: how are you feeling today?
*I use the term binge in the common sense of overindulging- not as an abbreviation of binge eating disorder (or any other disorder) that is not to be taken lightly and requires medical treatment.
