I started hearing those words a couple days ago. And today, on my yoga mat, I set those words with my intention followed by with food.
For me, it's time to make peace with food.
And maybe, while I'm at, time to make peace with the past - the roads I traveled and the choices I made. I've spent about the last 8 years getting to know food differently by changing my relationship with it, educating myself about it, being mad and scared of it. I've spent years judging others for their food choices, hiding some of mine, and lost sight entirely of what I came to know - like the friendships life slowly slips out of your life several years of being busy.
Four weeks ago my curiosity drove me to cut gluten out of my diet entirely. And somehow, I have managed to steer clear of anything gluten (except once when it was hidden in some dip I was told was gluten free!) for over a month. That, is a miracle, but I don't want it to be. I don't want it to be a big deal at all. I want to live my life and be grateful. I'm going to make peace with food. I'm going to liberate and honor myself and eat what I know is good for me and what my body wants. It's still a miracle; God's grace. Or, the grace of an ever-flowing, all-knowing, and unconditionally loving Universe. Whatever you want to call it.
With Grace & Gratitude...
