Doesn’t he look excited about his impending bath? 🙂
Good morning! This morning I woke up thinking about what food has meant to me. It’s meant many different things to me over the years. When I was a child I suppose food meant simply nourishment and safety. As a I grew older I associated it with stress relief. It calmed me. Then it became about guilt because I would consume too much. Eventually it became a cruel master rather than simply a way to stay alive as it was intended. I became it’s slave. Some days I loved it and it became my art and a way to express my creativity and other days my tormentor. Today, most days, it is just fuel that is enjoyable but not overly so. For that I am grateful. Today I have lost 11 1/2 lbs. I nourished my body by having a breakfast of eggs, spinach and some grass fed beef and a cup of tea. My body rewarded me by feeling strong and capable. I did my TABATA exercises and now I am going to wrestle the dog into the tub and bathe him. Have a wonderful day and be strong!